taxi recognition

I feel like im getting old”
                                                                                                                                          “Seriously, just think… in another ten years, our lives will be over.”      

  Today was marked as the day.  Cab company called. 

Satin shoes. photography of Virginia cinder block houses with old women in there screened in door way.  Craigslist job hunting. Black framed spectacles. Sitting in a wedding veil watching saved by the bell. Priceless.

“So how’s life treating you, it’s been a long, long time.” I look up past the front seat of a yellow taxi. He’s not wearing his usual cowboy hat, it’s raining and his hair is sticking wet.

“Yeah, I’ve been around. What happened to the hat?”

“Got too old.”

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