He is sitting outside of
A crowded Parisian café
Writing in a notebook
With a cup of expresso
Smoking a cigarette
Disheveled red hair
Rough beard
Furrowed brow
Lost in creation…
For a moment I have a flashback
Of writing outside NYC bars
With literary dreams
In my swelling heart…
And as I observe this young man
I feel a wave of
Sympathy…tenderness…
And I want to say to him
PLEASE! YOU STUPID BASTARD!
QUIT WASTING YOUR TIME!
DO YOU REALLY CARE ABOUT
THESE WORDS? THESE IDEAS?
GO TO JOURNALISM SCHOOL
YOU…YOU…YOU HOPEFUL FOOL!
WRITE ABOUT DIABETIC TEST STRIPS
FOR A MONTH AND PUT IN THE TIME…
LIKE…UH…LIKE A REAL MAN!
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