.:Five More Beats:.I sat in the coffee shop listening to the scattered beats of jazz. There was the rhythmic tapping of snare drums, velvety piano flowing through the air. There was also the chaotic clattering of dishes mixed with the soulless chatter of yuppies, sipping hot beverages.
I watched out the window at cars rushing to their meaningless destinations. Rust on the fire hydrant. Paint chipping on a parking meters. Chaos everywhere!
I sipped my hot beverage over the jazz. I disappeared, lost in my drink. No one noticed the quiet one at the counter. We are all lost.
I took my pills. Lost in myself, I turned my attention to the girls that came in the door. Did they notice me? Could they? I watched from the corner of my eye, as they sat down at a table. They were scanning the room as I had done before.
I soon realized what a paradox. Is life this fleeting?
I had forgotten to breathe. The piano