Ten Minutes

ten minutes to cook my scraggly meal, come on! okay so the cold is making me cranky making it hard to type and it my last day of what they call work and it’s been awhile even the wind whispers in my ear it’s worried about me. the one place is backed up with a line out the door so it’s breadsticks across the way as a little solution before I start and I should’ve taken a drink so when I walk out here in Alief at least I won’t be parched beyond limit. the man at the traffic light is not hating on me for not coughing up a dollar he can already see that I’m coughing and mostly out of work God bless and merry Xmas he says and I throw back to first gear. he calls me sir. it’s okay, sir. take care, sir.