five men sitting
in a red-orange room.

vinyl creaks comfortably

One - cleans wax out
of an ear with a finger.

Another's shoelace (that always does)
comes untied.

Another stares at garbage
cans lining Tuesday's streets.

Another puts eyes through
a window, where

air glistening heat
surrounds a motorcycle.

Another just leaves
a chair empty.

The waitress brings
breakfast to the first.

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