almost sold out

the city is slowly waking up

even in this quiet summer month

i feel a few raindrops on my skin

i look up

the sky looks bright though

a pierced man with a tiger tattoo on his neck

is carrying empty bottles through the street

for the lebanese restaurant next door

the owner greets me

hey mike, how are you doing

he looks a little older than i remember

tired somehow

there is the mailman

he greets me as well

you should really put your name

on your door

he says

i still don’t

the bakery is open now

it’s rare somehow i think

or maybe i just don’t sit here usually

i get a croissant

one of the last ones

they are about to close again

almost sold out