There’s a chance to enter
forgot.
A way to avoid being found.
To disconnect.
To welcome the cold over
a warm coat while standing
with alone.
It’s also a place for a rescue
from flavored languages
the last bus home
while leaving behind
suspicious glances,
worn velvet movie seats
and a three legged cat named
Sparky.
Working hitchhiker hands
and a desire,
another way out drives up.
Roger Singer 