The sunset autumn early
Peach orange
Topped by a soft lavender
Then gray clouds
Losing the light.
Inside Duncan’s Fish
Two grown men
The counterman
A faithful customer
Argue as friends
Like we do on Myrtle Avenue
A shared laugh
A see you soon.
Young Chef ambushes me with a middle finger.
A friendly salute
And a grin.
He got me first
The way us is
On Myrtle Avenue
At sunset.