San Francisco

Rain rain, outside the rain pours down on the 

two bedroom tents for the homeless

inside this café, which looks smaller,

people pop in 

like they’re still riding a high horse

blowing open the door like they brought the bag straight from Aeolus

With a message of the rain

completely shocked and shaking it off

meanwhile the coffee costs

a really pretty penny and

the slow jazz

occurring in this oceanside café just

doesn’t fit -we all agree

yogis in the corner talk

about mountain, or mounting, Argentinians in wheelchairs

And getting tested for

[something whispered]

Rich married women chat up

The guy in line with the lasso

A man with a blue bird in a cage

Is cooing softly to it telling her

"you can’t come out yet"

And I’m here too

And I’ve got

Nothing to say! 

except that 

I like it here

It’s Strrrange

But I don't think I'll stay.