There’s the nice guy selling coffee at the corner. And the lovely man who sells papers, even in the rain.
Then as I enter the station, there’s the guy handing out the free morning Metro.
As i walk into the station, there’s the f*cking Jews for Jesus. Don’t even get me going about the JfJ jerks. Didn’t we have a JfJ sign on the door of the dorm room I shared with a Zionist?
Then there’s some guy running for office in the station. District Judge or something or other.
Finally, they guy playing the trumpet with the sweet recording of piano playing from a little tape recorder.
All these people hawking at me first things in the morning. they all want my attention, and I just want to go back to bed.