White Pickup

I like the way his dark jeans fit

the slender bearded man in plain white tee

and espadrilles who works a bit

on something over a cup of coffee

 

and then zips his folio,

walks out to his big white truck

and drives off toward what would be the sunset

if it were later in the day and hadn’t rained yet,

but whatever he’s selling, I am sold.

I wonder if he’d like to…

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper

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Bartender in a Cell-Phone Culture

On a quiet Tuesday evening

when the heat of summer

has melted people into languor,

Nick the bartender, wearing the

uniform of his trade, T-shirt,

dark jeans, and grey canvas

sneakers, perches on top of the

beer cooler, cheap ballpoint

behind his ear, bar rag and

bottle opener in his back pocket,

playing with his phone. He

has dark hair, shortish, a little

messy on top, brown eyes,

a shadow of beard, having

shaved recently but not closely.

He’s quick enough when

called upon, but not otherwise

taking much interest in the

few customers, playing with

their phones as well,

though there’s little talk.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper

Camera Man

Asian with a camera, but not

a tourist. Just slightly overweight,

but well turned out in denim top,

loose navy trousers, new red trainers.

 

With two girls he’s photographing,

probably for a college class,

on Sixth Street late on Sunday,

assignment doubtless due on Monday.

 

Procrastinator making bella figura

with laziness plus sprezzatura.

 

Copyright 2014

T. Allen Culpepper