dancing in the dark

Stand at the counter awaiting my turn, the counter in the CrazyBean cafe is made of stainless steel.
The chief of the machinists walks in.
He pays the bill.

Cannot think why.


Take a picture of the pizza baker at the cafe, his boss in the background.
He is a strict looking man, he usually remains in the background.
In his kitchen there.

Sit down with the machinists, listen to them talk of finite accuracy and amusing mistakes.

Think of the two waste disposal men in the space before the office window this morning.
They were both dressed in their orange overalls.
And they were dancing as they moved the bins.
Dancing to the music on their headphones.
Waving their hips about, shaking their backs.
In the pool of light from the streetlight in the general dark.
A strange sight, and amusing too.

Listen to the machinists talk, listen to their chat.
Listen
And they both seem  happy.