so anyway

i’m sitting there
in the chinese
convenience store
internet lounge
on william street
that place
where i post
these compositions
you reed or red
or heard about
and really
it was a bit
like musical chairs
without the music,
keyboards kept sticking
hard drives kept crashing
i kept moving
the usual shit
and the old
chinese guy beside me
he’s crashed out too
head on the keyboard
and the owner
comes over and
ever so gently
nudges him awake
then returns bearing
noodles and coke
and yea, i know
maybe they’re family
but what the hell
it was a real fine gesture
and worthy of a poem
i thought