081413 #worm #roach The cafe is noisy. This is the peak time. People all around you are interweaving complicated patterns simply, saying, in highly secret codes of flatware clanking, coffee sloshing, flints sparking, ashtrays (chucked edge-first, on table-tops) precessing to a halt, orders up! and sullied plates whisked bangingly away in bus-tubs, everything they cannot say in words. Take it all in. You may need to decode all this someday. So take it in, but remember to leave a big tip. That waitress actually smiled at you! And at the cash register, when she said, You're welcome, it sounded like she really meant it. Today the cafe is a plank-and-rusty-nail structure in front of a parking lot buzzing with summer bugs. The asphalt black shines bright, reminding Him of his friend Bnabe, day-star of other summers long since past.