lucky cat

i keep the fate of the coffeegirls in mind when i am out before light
perhaps it is all that stamped my soul at sixteen walking lou-lou through the forest of monsters
or maybe it is just general concern for young women in well lit glass booths in the middle of a dark lake of predawn potential either way it crosses my mind though i don’t talk to them about it
after all i remember being a taxi driver working the 5 to 5 shift and nothing creeped me out more than when someone got into my cab and started talking about all the danger i must be in driving people i dont know around all night

when i came to the booth this morning i saw dude
didn’t like the way he was walking so i kept him in my view
he was headed to the booth
i cut wide, so that i could come up behind him without him knowing it
just in case he had any bad intentions in mind
i figured i could fall on him like batman
well, not like batman, more like felix cuz i’m one lithe cat so light on my feet you’ll never hear me coming
a fluid five foot six, suited in a black and gilded silver mix and i step on shadows softly like i’m melding music with my midnight mind, a single harmony woven nine notes at a time
so i walked up and stopped about ten feet behind him
just letting him do his thing at the booth
looked kosher
finally he turned around
feeling my energy coiling up and down
and saw me standing there
i smiled but i don’t know if that did anything to smooth the moment over
he felt he had to mutter and grumble at me
but the mutter don’t matter, i wasn’t there to please him

i was there for my Shot in the Dark and just to keep an eye on the coffeegirl
even if she never knows it
you can count on me to be felix the espresso chugging guardian angel of la noche