sitting at a side walk table
scruffy hair
un shaven
extinguished hand rolled cigarette
hangs from my mouth
glasses perched on the end of my nose.
Latte warming the palm of my hand
i look out to the distance
searching for inspiration
for the completion of my new piece.
then head down
i start to write.
tap
on the touch screen
of my mobile phone.
its just not the same.
©spor
