--MARK-- writer, actor, standup comic, poet and proud to consider myself, "circus people." I care nothing for political correctness and consider the words, boundaries and art, as a contradiction in terms. I love creative people almost as much as liquor. Those who are weird, different, odd, unusual, outcasts, misfits, rejects, loners and hear different drummers. .
Once dead, immediately put me on the northbound side of I-35 with the other feral roadkill, just on the shoulder close enough to be recognized.
Let em all see
Let em all feel free
to wave or spit
Let em all laugh
Let em all cry
obscenities in a celebratory fit
Careful not to run over me, might get a roofing nail in your tire. Just leave me there and let the buzzards and highway department posture for the best parts. And no bother if any words spill out of worn pockets; let them sail, they’ll be okay.
We men can have a strange way of showing love. Waiting in a three-blocks-long, two hour line for weekend brunch at some trendy eatery with our "sweetie" probably qualifies.
Struggling for ideas and words is as common to writers as nosebleeds to a fighter. When afflicted—often in a coffee shop like today—I pass the time treating my senses to nearby stimuli. Like now, I’m eavesdropping on two conversations while trying to hear Anita O’Day sing “It’s De Lovely” in the background.
Looking out the window, I watch the sidewalk commuters feeding their phone addiction while shuffling to a job most don’t care for. My heart thanks the barista for the aroma of roasting beans creeping from the back room while I continue to taste a bitterness I’ve carried for years for those I’ve chosen to despise.
Somehow, this is all magical because I do it from an abandoned hobo camp—miles from any man or his made objects—known only to me…and a few imaginary friends from childhood who have been kind enough to keep in touch through the years.
Again, you provide a seductive ambiance for gypsy hearts: a light rain, cloudy with soft, low lighting inside and out; the most comfortable chair - not too pretty or smart, but a friend to all - massaging bottoms and egos through the years and owners. Hank’s is my creative sweet spot in this city of a million pinballs where I can mind my business…and everyone else’s.