newspaper section E

“yes?” and he looked
up
    annoyed,
    sittin at the same table as
    he was
two hours ago, three and a half

By now even he haD read the E section
of the paper black and white newsprint, maybe
Boston’s or some other city that
prints double leafed everyday

~
he neither let loose the paper nor
did he back his chair to leave but solid
remained and will continue
~

table attendant strained
this patron stubborn, and finally
explained that he needed something to find
that he could believe in and that, ahh, it was
just one table

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