He’s been here and there,
And for now in the morning breakfast spot,
He’s on his laptop,
Salting his French fries,
Biting into a sausage biscuit,
I do this and that,” he says.
He started in Ohio’s industrial poisons,
Then to North Carolina’s tobbaco and high tech,
And now on the Texas-Mexican border.
“Hm, these fries are good,” he says,
And then looks at the laptop ….
Three women come in.
“Want to hear two funny stories?” I ask.
“A ver!” one says, and I soar –
Really connecting with border slang.
And I thought there were clounds in front of the moon.
Then a friend told me it was an eclipse.
And I also thought the Burger King sign was the moon.
No, just the sign.
Wish I had more stories so I could hear , “A ver!”
But no more.
The women order coffee.
The roamer is again salting his fries.
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, mid-October 2014