19.10.24


she told him she was a dancer

he chuckled then
                    told her that before he finally introduced himself he nicknamed her legs  told his daughters how he kept running into this beautiful woman as he walked around town if he wasnt down by the creek writing
I ran into legs again

You seem interested.

Fascinated  Shes out of my league

You awed me  Legs kept things doable intriguing until finally I had to say something to you

I’m happy you did.

Me too


he met her for dinner  seafood place he knew  had a drink before dinner  conversed  dined  she had dessert  they had a drink afterwards  walked her to her car

when he got home he called thanked her for the nice evening

How would you like a homecooked meal next weekend?

Ohwow Sure   Of course

Saturday?

Nothing on my schedule he did hed kill it Yes please

Four o’clock?

Yes  Wha can I bring

Nothing.
          Dinner this evening was generous.

I have to bring something or I cant make it

Fine. I appreciate that. 
                         You bring you.  she laughed it was awfully full and musically
he laughed
             You drive a hard bargain

Professional hazard. I’m looking forward to seeing you Saturday.

Me too Wont come soon enough


he rapped on her door  her place overlooked the bay
                                                        pricey neck of the woods
walking in it smelled wonderful

she gave him a huge hug

he hugged back

Aw, finally, someone who knows how to hug.
                                                Come in. Shot an a beer?
You reading my mind kiddo  he winked

No. But maybe later.

These are for you he said as he handed her a box of chocolates

I said . .
. . Me bring me
                 He happened to have a box of chocolates

she winked
              Thank you.

Youre welcome
                What smells so good

Its breaded milanesa. I madeup a small portion to confirm I was on top of my game.  I am.

Breaded wha

Milanesa. Italian.  Like a better portion of me.

Breaded Hell  To share corn dogs with you would have been satisfying

Mustard?

Only

When you invite me for dinner we can have corn dogs.
                                                         Okay?
he almost fainted Okay

last week, evening,  October, ’24
1504,  Saturday,  19  10. 24

it pained him he had to say
                              Man either sit still or don pour yourself so much coffee youre sloppin all over ya
Niechlujna osoba

What?

Polish Sloppy person
                       Look at your shirt pants

he looked leaned forward  set his cup down on the picnic table across from the folding chair he sat in
                                                                                                             I wouldn’t have messed myself if you didnt agitate me.

Agitate you thas rich
                       Ya think ya have to be old to die The homeless irritate you yetYET when was the last time you interacted with someone homelesstheyre everywhere everywhere  Theyre not where you are
Theyre not

You may see them from your car but youre not walkin where they are where you see em  Correct me if Im wrong
At a bus stop         You don ride the bus  When was the last time you rode a bus   Inside Disneyland


Ive not spilled my coffee

 

 

Do I get a word in edgewise?

 

What?

Speak
        Edgewise

First off, we’re older, nearer death.
Everyone is

My point, being older . .
. . Is a poor point

You gonna keep interrupting?

Weve beaten older and death to death  Lets just disagree
                                                             Have a sip of coffee muse over homelessness

he scooted forward picking his cup off the table he spilled it
                                                               Christ!
he ignored he had

How I let you get under my skin.

he ignored that


he sipped It’s cold.

Nuke it

I will, I’ll be right back.   You good?

I am thank you By the time I get to my coffee usually its lukewarm  Thank you

he went up the steps to the shallow porch and into the house through sliding glass doors

while he was gone he went to the clipboard paper took the red Bic pen from over his ear and started a letter to his father noting at the lead the date day time where he was  if he was listening to music hed write that too
                                                                                                         Paw –
his father often asked him why he called him Paw he was curious why it didnt stick Maw and Paw Kettle Paw  Why do you call me son Rarely Joe

You’re my son.

Youre my Paw

Paw – 
         How’s it hangin’? Bright blue day here. Jawing with George at his place. He thinks Death finds old people. Go hide in a closest. Take provisions and a bucket. I’ll let you know when you can come out.
ssssh of the glass doors
                           Had to hit my coffee twice.  Refilled.

he spilled walking down the steps
                                    Goddammit.

Set it on the table when you get over here Havent learned shit

I don’t have to listen to you.
                             he sat holding his cup
Ya spilled niechlujna osoba
                                    
used the back of his hand to sweep away the spill on his thigh  his Cargo pants water-repellent

Homeless  Go
    Go.  he set the cup on the table  picked it up  sipped set it down the table again  Go.  Why always an order out of your mouth?

Not an order  Im reminding you
                                  You need reminding an don try an defend that ya don
Ya know better

he harrumphed
                 What about the homeless?

If they werent called homeless maybe youd viewem differently

How?  What?

A euphemism

What? Bum?  Beggar?

No no Was thinkin Jack London
                                   Hobo tramp drifter   Vagabonds a real beaut

    You don go by George an I cant blame ya

1545,  day-between-2-Ts,  2  10. 24
1147,  Saturday,  19  10. 24

she was the cats pajamas
                             they were having coffee sitting at the kitchen table a linoleum table that had been his parents it was too Sixties to let it go they thought it oldwanted something new

Look here buckwheat

What’s that?

he turned the paper to her had written 1:60
                                               Whastha mean to you

One colon sixty. Mean to you.

No  To you

One whole equals sixty parts.        she chuckled amused  To you . . . two o’clock.

I love you he leaned to her and kissed hershe kissed back
                                                             leaning back  Antha is the sweet in my coffee she used honey


when they first moved in togethershe moved into his place his complex had swimming pools and whirlpools and dry saunas an object of discussion was on whose side of the bed would the alarm clock be placed on
she was adamantbrusque
                             Yours.

Why my side

You’re more responsible than me.

Don blow smoke up my ass

I’m telling you.  It goes off I kill it, I ain’t hittin’ snooze.

Well be late to work

We’ll be late to work.

he conceded

they were late to work

not because of the clock
                           their shower



he woke

the room was bathed by the full moon

he turned his head looked into her face in the shadow she slept on her right
                                                                                 he watched her sleep a good five minutes

turned his head right

her digital alarm clock beady red numbers at night
                                                2:68

Awright  Gonna give me twosixtynine

 

    2:69

he was intrigued

 

 

3:10

they were going to have a ball over coffee
                                            it was Saturday theyd sleep in  wake  make love  hed get out of the shower first warm a bathtowel in the dryer grind beans she handed him her hair wrap over the curtain rod he  her towel  return to the kitchen finish making coffee
                                            Saturday  French press

1400,  day-between-2-Ts,  2  10. 24
0927,  Saturday,  19  10. 24