Guy reading… Looked very much like verse on the first pass. At Brunetti’s. Up on a high stool in the first inner section. Thick-set; middle-aged; balding. Confirmed on the return collecting the order. Nylon biz shirt. Pleasant smile at the unexpected attention. The request obligingly met with a cover reveal. Oh! Bukowski. Sketched figure on a fancy grunge layout. Ah. That explained it. Even Google quickly corrected the typo. Tolerable, flavoursome rebel, wouldn’t hurt a fly. The techno beat wouldn’t interfere scanning those lines, while the chap hung for a bit waiting for his companion. Cuddly boozer to accompany the $5+ coffees & $15 vin quart filled glasses. Mostly new immigrants flocking to join the hard-won high life.
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