Wood Talk

Wood Talk The wood delivery man came this warm sunny afternoon the man wanted cash dislikes checks, I don’t blame him for that. Why should he pay tax when the likes of Starbuck pays nothing much. I usually drink coffee at the local café, tried Starbuck once coffee with milk was not enough kept talking about “latte” no, just coffee, nothing else. A friend of mine who has gone to school came over and sorted things out; didn’t care much for the coffee I don’t think the woodman drink coffee, a faint smell of wine about him. It was after lunch, the police officers, leave us alone here In the deep dark valley.