the heater hums warm air
coffee cools at my elbow
Belle the Cat sleeps in a chair by the window
which slowly reveals the world outside in the dawn light
the street is silent
perhaps a car or pickup will pass by
perhaps not
here suits and heels are reserved for church, weddings and funerals
ranchers and retired physicists meet for bakery coffee
commune refugees and lawyers tell one another grandmother stories
struggling meth-heads get advice from online software developers
you can leave your car running outside the liquor store
while you swap stories with the owner
with every expectation that it will be there when you leave
the county sheriff told me long ago
around here you have to assume
that everyone is carrying a gun