the politician in back
of the coffee shop, he has a hat
on.
sunglasses,
a raincoat with the collar
pulled up.
i know it's him though.
he's sipping
on a pumpkin latte, talking
to himself
and nibbling on a slice
of pumpkin spice cake.
he nervously taps his foot
on the floor.
he's going over
a spread sheet of talking
points,
nodding, and scratching
things out.
adding things in.
circling.
only three more months
of this,
he tells the barista,
then holds his cup up.
hit me again.
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