He sits at Starbucks
because that's where he
is told he should be
to become somebody.
They say:
“All great thoughts hit
when they are expected;
while you sit with
pen and paper.”
So, he sits and
waits all day til,
overcome by languor,
he heads home.
The wind and rain are blinding
but the light is getting brighter.
He stops to write it down -
then it hits him.
The driver in the car
can't see either.