This bearded dude in cowboy boots,
With a tattoo of himself on his left arm
Is dominating tonight.
Alternating between coffee and scotch,
He flirts with both waitresses,
As they come and go, sometimes smiling.
He quotes from 'The Wizard of Oz,'
Addressing no one in particular,
And everyone at once.
'Happens to me all the time,' he says,
'a little LSD, and the flying monkeys
are all over me.'
That one makes me laugh out loud.
He seems gratified; giggles like a kid.
The beard walks along the counter,
High-fiving the reluctant grad students,
With their denim jackets and cheap smokes.
We all feel it: Fall is almost here;
But for now, we'll get more coffee,
And listen to the tattooed cowboy
Playing the 'Folsom Prison Blues'
On his harmonica.