871."How are you doing?"
I asked,
the cleaner- who was
attempting to make
table 87 cleaner.
2. "Humid," he replied:
indifferently.
3.It was sweltering at 35 degrees
celcius.
He was referring to the weather.
4.His hair was horay, dyed
gray by his son's absence;
he had no patience
for the trivial questions
of my sort.
5.And he went about, proudly
in his green uniform;
removing
the satay sauce
from my table.
6.I supose.
He'd want to pour
whatever's in the swill pot
over my head-
7.for not even
a single sign
of gratitude.
8.or for
9.doing something
peculiar-
like trying to strike up
a conversation
with the stranger.
cuRRent...jer