back again

back again
two thoughts right next
to each other
making noise
not as much confidence
in all these words
give me confidence
in two thoughts simultaneously
occurring on days when nothing
makes sense even when
standing upside down
wonder what he carries
in the bag my guess
is not a gun
but what do I know
back again for another
cup of coffee and
a little conversation
keeping the bag on the table
maybe in case anyone
questions his motives
or the direction headed
even if no one knows
who he is or what he does
or where he goes
what time is it now...