Having the Last Word

I left the apartment building this morning to do laundry

It was a typical surreal gray, windy and foggy day on Nob Hill

While walking back after loading the laundry I saw Harry Denton,
Owner and playboy of the famous Starlight Room that towers above Union Square

Harry was sitting at his usual table outside Jasmin’s Café, there was no sleepy-eyed

Beautiful boy with him leftover from the night before, nor the neighborhood’s old lady
Gossip queen chatting his ear off

He was alone reading the morning paper, as I looked down at his feet

His shoes were off and his huge feet laid on top of them, as I looked at his
Crusty-nailed big toe, I saw in old school green tattoo ink two words tattooed: