Leaning on a bus shelter

The overlapping Os on the side of the nearby mall

Glare at me like eyes askance

Silently judging me

As only an upscale department store could


Ride will be here soon

At least the weather’s nice


Doing my best to avoid eye contact



But different

Don’t think they’ll associate

With the fat guy

Silently dancing to old Beck records


Scanning the lot

No sign of the man


At least the weather’s nice