Sometimes it’s like stepping in gum
Right outside the 24 hour donut shop
Run by the Thai man who reminds you
Of what could be God
Or is.
And you run inside and ask him
For a plastic knife to help scrape it off
But all he’s got
Is incense and apple fritters.
Everywhere around you buses start their engines
Warming up for a brand new day
While you try to scrape your gumshoe
On the clueless concrete
Asking yourself how you grew up so fast
How you got here
Without a car to drive in
And what will happen
When the buses don’t run.
And you look to the sleepless
Thai man for answers
But he responds with more questions:
“Coffee? Donut?
What kine you like?”
By Owen
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