An old man drives a yellow sportscar much older than me

He nods and I nod back

I can spot men like this

a mile away

a golfer who loves his car.

When I was in high school, I made fun of guys who had clubs from the 70s

now I understand.

I gaze into the sea of humanity

because I’m just like them

caught in the same storm.

There isn’t a doubt in my mind

when I give a guy with his family a few bucks

He speaks love to me

in Spanish

and I say, “No problem man.”

I can see people when I’m all alone

and when I’m with them

they’re all covered up with conversation.