Thursday, April 06, 2006

 

everyday people looking for their place in the sun

Sun sets later and the rain has quit, young men with their peach fuzz chins and strawberried elbows glide by a window on long-boards, young women with their bobby pinned hair strut by and glance from the side of their eyes with every intention of catching your eyes, old men on the corner beg for sparechange and rearrange their baggy clothes to find no money in pockets that have holes stare absently at the teevee inside the bar that won't let them in, street cars screech and halt to pick up 6 or 7 passengers who fumble with change meant strictly for the fare and they complain about the price hike. The cobbler is still working at the window, tapping against heels and watching the beach bum struggle with an apple and his knapsack, fumbling against losing either as he crosses the street, passing neatly dressed students who are taking a break , having a pint and catching the last few innings of opening day baseball. The radio is loud and classic rock is on. Intrepid bicyclists roll their right pant leg up, light cigarettes and jet into traffic, weaving through traffic, freewheelin' and flippantly flying along the avenue. baby girl held by her poppa adjusts her too-big sunglasses, obviously her mommas, and the sun shines bright on her cherubic face.

posted by Hog 7:16 PM