"And I go on..."
The very first dayHE came in
He was sitting at the counter
looking normal enough
at first glance.
He ordered a coffee,
then smiled
That crooked smile.
He began talking to me
and I'd nod
I could tell-
Tell there was something different
something WRONG
about this man.
Now time's gone by and
he still sits at the counter
-always slipping in the seat
like a lizard when I'm not
watching.
He watches me
and I keep busy
Those beady brown eyes
Still dart nervously into mine
and I pretend
that I don't notice
and I go on
with my work.