I tried to type on a typewriter earlier today in a hotel lobbybut this old graybeard in a suit was hogging it with whatever he was writing who knows--maybe he was a writer ot r r a poet 

or maybe he was writing about his foot problems or his to do list

or maybe he was just hitting the buttons to appear like he was a writer

faking me out 

fooling the hotel guestsmaybe he was an employee of the hotel

maybe he was a con artist tryiiing to steal the typewriterbecause he lost one 

the one that his grandfather gave him

or maybe he was writing exactly what I< ,m writingg now

maybe he was me and i him