hue and cry.

The Germans are quiet now.
The guy is texting.
His two female companions are staring into the void.
At Cape Canaveral a manned (womaned) space mission is being prepared.
Including a gigantic rocket.
(NB. Laika, in 57, changed—forever—
the history of canine civilization.)
A man in a suit, sporting aviator sunglasses, is blinking into the sun.
Looking like a million dollars.
Here.
Not at the Cape.
Spaced out. By fellow patrons.
(Both here and at the Cape.)
A gig worker making rounds in his beat-up white van.
I’m experiencing a progressive merci.
Can I what? Ah. Watch over your stuff?
While you’re picking up your order at the bar?
Sure thing.