A few days ago I stopped at a local Starbucks to enjoy a cup ‘o coffee & some journaling. As I sat there a middle-aged man who appeared to be
homeless “in transition” would periodically ask me questions…
“Are you a writer? I’m a poet – I like to write poems”
“Do you have a camera, you’re just so cute I want to take a picture of you”
“Are you from around here?”
I gave courteous one word answers and non-verbal queues that I wasn’t interested in engaging in conversation. I’m all for meeting new people [there’s no denying I’m an extrovert] but I came here for a quiet morning and not interested in taking the bait at an attempt to flirt.
After approximately fifteen minutes he pulls up a chair next to me and tells me he has a poem he’d like me to write down. Not too sure how to respond I flip to a fresh page of paper and am ready for whatever prose comes out of his mouth. This was his poem for me…I’ll never beat you I’ll never lie ‘Cuz I’m just a cool, loving, tender guy I’ll never leave you I’ll never go ‘Cuz you know why? Because I love you so Love is not a game You and I can feel the pain But my feelings for you would never be the same Give me a chance and I’ll fill your heart with so much romance Seeing you today There’s just a lot of things to say I hope you feel the same way
I just sat there for a second, with a funny look on my face – a mix of creeped out and amused. I don’t recall how I responded, but I think it was along the lines of “wow, that’s interesting. um, thank you. I need to get going to work” [which was true for the record]. Wow. Well, that was a first…!