I never made it to where I thought I was going.
I was 2 days behind schedule and 2 days without sleep.
I was existing on coffee, antacids and truck stop uppers.
I was staring at eggs, sunny side up, Staring back at me
My radiator pouring steam in the parking lot
He walked in unnoticed
There was something unsettling, but at the same time comforting about his presence.
a man out of place, not so much in space, but in time
He could have been from anywhere, but more likely, nowhere
He took a seat opposite me in the little booth
Plucked a cigarette from the pack in my shirt pocket
Lit it up, despite the signs
Nobody seemed to notice
We sat in silence.
I ate my eggs. He poured coffee in a cup
2 creams, 2 sugars
His clothes were threadbare but clean
I dropped a twenty on the table, he nodded toward the door.
I followed as he walked to the edge of the lot.
Through a tarp curtained hole in the fence, into the woods
In the darkness before dawn
As we walked, he began to speak in a monotone drawl
“I used to think freedom was a house with a swimming pool,
but it’s a pile of truck tires and a hidden watermelon patch,
when you don’t have anything, nothing is required of you”
We came to a clearing and sat down.
I leaned against a tree, and soon fell asleep,
I woke to the late morning sun in shafts through the trees.
He was gone.
I never made it where I thought I was going
Don’t guess anyone ever does