movingz

arrived in new york yesterday

after a tossing a kennedy halfdollar into the wednesdaynite late sky of cape cod

should i stay another day on the cape or drive down the road to nyc

& it came up heads: drive down the road

down to his last five bucks in cash at current gas prices

& faced with just the entire the continent of north america to cross over the next month

basically with their conscious assistance & full knowledge

our hero robbed his own piggy bank

thank goodness for the modern convenience of overdraft protection...

"..for he'd found himself to be one of "those people"...you know ...them...

the ones in the coffehouse emersed in their computer & nursing a buck 40 cup a tea all day

paid for in nickles dimes & pennyz when pressed...

'can i get a refill of hotwater ..doya mind ..oh thanks again...'

'til they shoe him out at the end of their nite where upon he sits across the street

sapping the wifi to get that last thing done..

& check that email one more time before logging off.. "

a choice between tea/wifi in a kind spot or buying solid food...

you know those kind of folks ..pass them every day...creating their internet empires..

lost in the virtual universe of their own design...

driving down interstate 95 from new england to new york

had an interesting moment

this sedan with rhode island tags & two young men inside that had passed me a while back with approving hardy thumbzup signs

which one could safely assume were in response to the paint job on the bus

anyway i'm driving along in my bubble of thotz

on the cross bronx expressway

when these same folks slow down pull close to me & the mustashed brother in the passengers seat leanz way out the

window & yells real carefully in a rhode island working mans accent:

"..how ...do ...get... to ...i..o..w..a..?"

thot for a quik second as it dawned on me he was asking for directions

& yelled back

"..80...interstate 80..."

& then the traffic swollowed them up...