My Picture:  Coffee and Bukowski’.

The young girl said to me
“you look lonely”
I thought it was a strange way to say hello.

We looked around, at mind’s swirling with noise and nothing to say.
And street dogs
tailing with low self-esteem,
losing one-by-one.

With the red moon hanging low over a winter cityscape,
I told her
“go and ask them how lonely they feel in the cold of night”

And, “that beauty can be fake”.