Original article posted by Olorle:

Steel across asphault
accenting paint-can bongos.
Traffic humms counter-point
for faltering guitarist,
shirtless lead.

Footsteps miss no beat,
tapping or crunching past.
No time to waste on
childish games.

Except stolen glances,
secret smiles, dreams
half-remembered, quickly
re-lost. No time for dreams.
Just fast food. The back
to work.

Orginal comments:

Nickname: thewendy
Re: Lunch Break
hey cat- sorry i think i missed you in slc.
i have been in the desert. just got back today.

i like the images in the poem.
don’t think there is a smooth transition between the second and third stanza.
childish games may be a little cliche.

hope the summer has been treating you well!
misses the cat.