Outside Starbuck’s on the Way to Work
Every morning he's there, his cart heaped with bags, staring at our coffees and scones. I always step around his mess, head to the hospital to crunch discharges, dollars, deaths, but today my caramel macchiato feels heavier, his eyes harder. I hand him my drink. He shuffles away, not even a thank you.
Never wavers from the image. Good piece.
I like this moment of brutal honesty between two disparate people. One who can offered an "unselfish act" and the other who can't.
Well done. My homeless guy, Gary, will at least talk to me about Raymond Chandler.
Enjoyed this. Reminds me of the last time I was in Vegas. Saw a homeless guy in puppy dog pajama pants...my friend, who was homeless once, gave the guy his leftovers from Planet Hollywood. It was cheese pizza. The homeless guy refused to take it. "I'm lactose intolerant," he said.
two worlds collide*
Succinct. I like succinct.
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Lovely!
You'll be rewarded in heaven, Mother Mary would say. *
All, thank you for reading this wee ditty. Very much appreciate your comments and faves. Happy weekend! Peace...
Perfect. You don't even have to pay me to say so. *
Joani, thank you for the comment and fave. I wish I had avocados to send you, but I do not. Do you like rhubarb? Peace...
I LOVE rhubarb, but I'm afraid I'm pumping up your numbers by saying so here, alas.
Oh, I forgot to ask if that means you'll be sending some my way?
Such a relatable, and honest little slice of reality here, Linda. Amazing. *
warm sentiment. I enjoyed the piece.
This reminds me of the time I was walking from a starbucks and a homeless man asked me for some money and I said no. He passed me and we both simultaneously saw a dirty donut in the gutter, and I thought to myself, "No, don't do it." But he ran over, snatched up the donut and ate it.
Yep. Never expect gratitude for generosity. Prose poem here, and a good one. *
Wonderful. *