Youngish Professor, or Grad Student TA

 

Natty looking

in his 2-tone shoes

and argyle socks

blue blazer

with 3 gold buttons

on each cuff

 

pale yellow

hemp or burlap

necktie, of course

with a blue shirt

(never white!!)

long mopish hair

hanging on his forehead

 

and a lazy eye

occasionally

winging and zinging

around the café

when he fires off a

few bon-mots

on his laptop

on his way to composing

the next great novel

relating to nothing

that does not have to do

intimately with

the academic world

at large

 

his mouth hanging

agape

while his fingers

hesitantly fly

over the keys

no wait

erase that thought

wait, wait

ah, yes

that's the exact

right word

ah

ah

 

checking out his

text messages

Smiles only occasionally

to himself

knowingly

in on his

own jokes

 

square cut jaw

handsome

in a foppish way

a wag

in other words

a lout

 

Now he's texting back

while the soft rain

like a soft refrain

falls outside

texting

texting

to his future wife

or student

or mistress

saying

I have you

have you

have you

right where I

want you

want you