Leonard Cohen passed me in the subway this morning
His eyes were sunken in more than I thought
His face gray which I knew
As he passed, I had total recall of exactly what was the idea
Before now
I had a mini seizure on the escalator headed toward the street
A Mexican man noticed but didn’t disturb his peace to comfort me
I cannot fault him
I reached the pavement and opened my undersized umbrella
Moving onward, dodging taxis and pretzel vendors on the way to better corners
Thomas Salvatore is a regular person who has been writing for over thirty years; college educated but had to work so did not move on to post graduate studies which he often regrets but still has lots to smile about. Thomas is a New Yorker, born in Queens, home of the Ramones.