I stir raw sugar into my Moroccan tea
pulling the string, the tea bag seeps
The man standing next to me
wears a ragged baseball cap
3 days from a clean shave
brown stained fingernails
but clean hands, pleasant smile and sincere face
invites me to stay and talk for a while.
I say hello.
“How do you do Miss?”
Feeling instantly engaged,
I say ” Fine, thanks!”
“I’m Joshua” he says with pride
Saggy cheeks of happy
Tells me he wants to be taken seriously.
I drop the tea bag in the trash bin and I listen.
He wants to perform a one man show
based on his father’s life
sometime long ago.
Rather quickly he changes the subject,
for 28 years
he claims to have faked
resisted the Doctors orders
Now at 58,
he knows the sound of coins hitting the floor
knows precisely what the value is
kind of coin it is.
knows how to say hello and get a hot cup of joe.