"I am a man of Spirit",

brings the diner smalltalk,

to a sudden,

conclusion.

Down at the end of the counter,

by the window,

under the neon,

Destiny keeps her hands folded.

"I am sending you angels.

and soothing vibes,

that you will not be conscious of;

nevertheless,

they will have a positive effect.

You know how I feel about vibes".

On the Jukebox,

an oldie is playing,

"When the spirit moves,

there's no telling where it's going,

'cause it don't ask you,

if you approve of what it's doing,

and your future is out of your hands,

so when you feel the spirit walking,

and you hear it talking,

you better be ready,

to change your plans".

Outside,

a gentle breeze,

coaxed by the oncoming solstice,

guided by the shadows,

and the Trickster,

formed by the subtle color shift,

queued by the tangles,

and twists,

of the lover's knot,

thrust itself upon,

the diner's front door,

opening it just enough,

to slip,

almost unnoticed,

along the old wooden,

walls and artifacts,

pressing in quiet authority,

until it closed the back diner door,

without so much as a sound,

and we just pulled our jackets,

a little tighter over our shoulders.