99poems/regulars

Regulars.
The woman
in the blue high
heels, likes
to sit on the
leather sofa too.
She seems to
come at lunch,
and always reads
a library book.
The man in the
blue oxford cloth
is another section
regular, in his
well-shined wing tips.
Reading golf books.
Today he has fallen
asleep, now and then
he twitches,
and almost breaks
into a snore.
If we aren’t
careful we will
lose our anonymity
and I will have
to stop coming.
Already the blue
high heels glares
at me, I’m
not sure why.
Perhaps, because
I study her
as I do,
her lusterless, streaked hair,
the way she crosses
her legs,
the color of her
shoes.

6/30/99