i watched him pull up on this snowy day.
i wondered who would get out of the van.
an older white gentleman came around the back
after a long pause,
older may be my age, with a slight limp
and a camo cap.
the coffee shop was full of young guys with man buns,
yoga moms, and techies,
no doubt a bunch of Democrats,
perhaps a bit disillusioned but nonetheless.
he bought a coffee, black, and sat next to me.
he read the Colorado Daily while I finished
my almond croissant, half off after noon.
I wanted to ask him but didn't.