Washington Haiku! Situational Tour

The phone call was brief.
Meet at Dupont at 7:00.
Bring only yourself.

I stop for coffee.
Double Grande Espresso.
And some cinnamon.

The sign marks the place.
Dupont Circle, here I am.
Now I sit and wait.




Who was on the line?
What could they possibly want?
Check watch, quarter ‘til.




The homeless gather
On the benches that surround
The Dupont Circle.




Students congregate.
It makes me really wonder:
Could this be a prank?




Some ladies ask me
If I would take their picture.
The answer is yes.




My nerves are now fried.
Why am I always ruled by
Curiosity.




Did this man call me?
I’ve never seen him before.
Vote ‘no’ to disturb.




What a nice fountain.
Hopefully it will not be
The last thing I see.




“Hey, you over there.
Yeah, you with the Red Sox hat,
And the worried face.”

Uh, hello mister.
Are you the one that called me?
Delicious guitar.

“Indeed I am sir.
I have an urgent message
To tell in person.”

Oh do tell, good sir,
I have been racking my brain,
Trying to solve it.

“The message you seek:
Be excellent to each other,
also, peace, love, dope.”

I leave in a daze.
Unsure of what I have heard.
But one thing is clear.

I think it’s time to
Remove my name and number
From the town phone book.