Mocha Latte Poem by Scott J. Shepard

he sat across the donut shop
bleeding the white out of everyone
he could see
the white rider in his white Harley

star spangled banner skull and piston bones
no Angels fly here.

Was enough to be near the knuckle
he stared directly at me,
nodded like he knew me
my insides turned to death

he sped off, the crazy arrow
of an archer

he got his mocha latte
and he drove away

Dipped his raspberry pastry
And disappeared into the rain