Reminisce

The gutters flood with debris lost receipts, tossed paper cups dead leaves I jump puddles and duck into a dry setting the strong scent of coffee assaults my sense of smell I see minor twenty first century poets huddled in a corner typing away on their devices laughing at their own wit I write in a little red notebook with a pen Stuck in the last century child of the 80's born in the 70's growing old in the new millennium