Tuesday, February 3, 2009
I don't know why it has been almost a year since I was last tempted to sit down and write, journal style, so I guess my title is kind of shitty. Oh well. But what I do know is that it is a poem I wrote almost five years ago while pining for this red head working at the Jackson St. Starbucks near Columbia College Chicago. So if that is you, I'm the guy who came in every Monday and Wednesday with the french press mug who bought a turkey and Havarti. Hi. Remember me?