San Francisco

Here I am, in San Francisco.

Sitting at a coffee shop, drinking a

latte. A hazelnut latte.

It is raining outside.

The rain is romantic,

when you are inside.

In this coffee shop,

with my hazelnut latte,

listing to my ipod, watching

the rain. I also watch

the people walk.

These people are homeless. They

do not find the rain romantic with their ipods.

I feel like a bastard.

Did I tell you, I'm

on vacation?

As I sit with my ipod, latte and umbrella, afraid.

I am afraid.

If I leave my umbrella in the bucket by the door

Someone will steal it.

Someone here, sitting and sipping a latte.