congress and clark

turned down a ride to the train as it was too early, i like to wander, finding different routes, putting the leiquinha to use something that cannot happen in the mobile isolation unit of a machine.
– you just yawned but you can’t be a tired as i am been out here since 9am and made nothing, a one armed, one legged man said as he was wheeling his away toward me at clark and congress.
– jeezus no wonder who is out here? does anyone walk along congress? why don’t you get to a train station.
-turf wars, too many people fighting over their space. you know if one black man cannot help another what’s a black president going to do. if it weren’t for the african taxi drivers.
– hey, leave the guy alone, says buddy crossing the street – he talks crazy but he’s my cousin. we shake hands exchange names.
he continues with obama and how he’d vote for mccain if it weren’t for biden who came from workers where you going he yells at his cousin now crossing clark buddy signals something.
oli passes on his bike, calls out somewhat perplexed.
– most people won’t look at me.
– i try to nod.
– yeah then i know i am not invisible.
– we don’t look because we’re embarrassed by you, embarrassed that you are still around.
– embarrassed because they know it could be them but you’re right. his cousin pipes in. i am introduced to a worker at the boutique hotel and i take my leave.
– come around to-morrow.
- can’t am rarely over here work in the park.
– what church you go to?
– don’t live around here when you are back down head over to the customs house i’m always here. leave with his cousin who is chasing after a beemer with a punctured tyre, wishing i had made his snap and wondering why not.