Mr Clark

The black man who was born
60, 70, or 80 years ago
in the row house
next to my apartment
who still lives in the house
and does so alone.
was walking around
with his walking stick
and fancy new white tennis shoes
A man with an Indian accent was talking to me
about my dresser drawer that I
put out for someone to take

Mr Clark: You got another dresser?
Me: Yes, its blue.
Mr Clark: From where?
Me: IKEA. its pine, it smells great
Mr Clark: Just wait till it rusts.
Me: Rots?
Mr Clark: Rusts. You put stuff on it and it will smell and rust.
Me Thats what my dad said. But it sure is nice.
Mr Clark pulls out a cigarette. Do you have other blue furniture?
Me No.
Mr Clark What?
And walks away