Taking Shelter

Bruce,
Hornsby, not Springsteen,
Just got interrupted
By Mother Nature
Who found that angry side
And decided to let loose
With her female fury.
My daughter and I
Heeded the warnings
Finding shelter from the tempest
At the Cheese Shop
Of all places.
Once, a long time ago,
I used to sweep this patio
When it was called,
A Good Place To Eat.
It still is, but tonight
It’s shelter,
A covered place from the rain
That interfered with
Some most incredible people-watching
With beauty and beasts,
Both known and unknown
All who see me in their lens,
Probably under the same
Judgmental glass
As either vintage or hipster
Hopefully not hanger-on or poser.

Damn, this is fun

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