I sat to drink an espresso
a morning of hamssim desert winds
and near me sat a known poet
less famous than me, though
and he was speaking with an intellectual 
	         or a man from the T.V. or the radio
they were speaking about ars poetica
about ethos pathos and epos
and science and education and
the mixing of cultures and the integration of cultures
in a very ashkenazi language
and I asked myself
what the hell do these people eat for breakfast
red beans with tabasco?
and I consoled myself that I don't
          have such kind of friends.
anyway
they completely spoilt the taste
of the coffee.

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