several signs of autumn

There are several signs of autumn already in the north east that add to my general sense of heartbreak. Keep these thoughts out of rumination zone I keep thinking but it's hard so I prepare a canvas and lay down some words. One word actually, a series of one. Initial thoughts are go and I'm rather pleased with it. But in the blankness of my reply in my non structured meditation I work a few more hours and go wandering. To the bar where I find a wry crowd.
Who's this guy?
Me? I'm one man young.
And what's that supposed to mean?
I'm just playin' with words cowbell. (I specifically call him cowbell)
You're playin' with fire son is what your playin' with.
I stood staring at him, thinking about it, almost walk away and say, then throw down tinkle boy.
Bar stools scrape the floor, chests puff.
What's with the tinkle boy shit boy?
You gots the tiny tinkle right? That's why you're hemmin' and hawin' cowbell.
Then he swung and caught me on the forearm as I tipped back off my stool landing hard on the floor. Before I knew it I was out the door getting strangled by a fat bouncer.
I let myself relax and waited him out. When he let up I popped him quick and hard on the ear, struggled free and trotted down the road to safety. So it goes on a Friday night in the country. I may have to leave here I thought. (I always think that).

Back at the studio I check the mail. There in tiny child's writing is a message from my six year old niece Amber, "Dear Uncle Rose, Thank you for coming to my party and for the gift. Love, Amber." It took up the whole card in a good use of space. I tack it to the wall with a good long pause and think, I may have to leave this place soon.