Stopped in at Sens for an olo and coke.
Saw Johnny Chu from across the room, cloaked in shadows and hovering,
gargoyle-like over a table of innocent diners.
"What were you thinking?" asks the woman next to me.
I wasn't, really. Just basking in the last light of day, the setting sun at my back.
But of course, she wasn't talking to me.
I step outside to smoke a cigarette and M, the X, walks by.
"It's nice to see you," she says, and I believe her.
Perhaps the world has moved on after all.
I trot off to Film Bar.
A warm breeze blows.