The morning sun is bright
but the wind is cold,
penetrating two parkas and a
down coat
all the way to the bone.
A barmaid sweeping cigarette
butts from the sidewalk
stops to serve beer and
breakfast to an old man
who enjoys the sparkle in her
eyes
but wants nothing more
than beer and breakfast
and a place to stay warm
for an hour or two
while waiting for the bus.
(C) 2014 David H. Roche
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