21 October, 2007

Wet Blankets

11th street clean wet sidewalk
just washed bar mats draped over parking meter
half-moon clear sky
Modesto leaning on his broom
"Modesto, where's your sleeping bag?"
"I have no sleeping bag. Just two blankets. But they all wet."
He opens the door to the janitor closet.
"See. They all wet. I make some money, go wash blankets."
I wish him a good night.
"Be careful. Anyone try and mess with you, call my name," he says nodding his head, "I'll be there."

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