Peering over his low riding reading glasses the captain surveys the crew.
One with his Obama blue tie encasing his McCain voicebox
One the fact tracking captain's assistant seemingly speaking with his left hand
Then the brown tie with available housing sits quietly absorbing endlessly like a black star.
Next the man with large hands peruses the scene focusing on the silver apple that he henry carreses.
Removed from the group the earth tone man lounging with his shiny black word pistol shooting out messages to the world.
Then the solo lady with grey pearls resting on the crimson cloth like a jewelry counter display keeps track of the floating words which either rise like the sun and sink like an anchor to unpreceivable depths
The red flushed face covered with vanilla white hair relaxes with manila paper filled folders at hand
While the herringbone encased blue shirted maroon tied drawer of lines surveys the tablescape
Next to the yellow sweater car counter with twin tortoise shell glasses one resting on the aging nose and one roped around his neck
And me - viewing and recording the scene.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
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