M102

He had the kind of mustache
that would
cause you to describe him
as a
guy with a mustache.
He wore a polyester shirt
tucked into
polyester pants,
and he
stood there
leaning over me.
It was hot out.
It was over a hundred degrees,
and he
stood there
leaning over me.
He had
both hands on the bar,
the bar above
his head on the
uptown M102.
I sat by the
window,
in the single seats
as he stood there
leaning over me
with his hands above his head
on the metal bar
with his mustache
in his polyester shirt
and his polyester pants.
It was hot out.
It was over a hundred degrees.
He smelled of garlic
and B.O.