CITY CORNER
I
met a woman once on a city corner. We were waiting for the traffic to clear.
After a while she turned to me and asked if I might buy her a drink. I said I
would if she did not say her name.
After
we had settled in at the café across the street, I told her my name was Frank.
I said I was named after my father. He met a woman in a bar once but it didn't
work out as he had
imagined.
She
asked if I would order a martini for her. I ordered two. I'd never had a
martini before. She preferred not to talk for a while and asked if I would just
relax quietly and look at
her.
It
soon turned dark and started to rain. We talked about past loves. We left
together arm in arm - oblivious to the rain. The morning sun came - tender au revoirs before parting on
the corner.
