In a cafe
Sitting alone at a large table by the window
An old man watches me write
He leaves his seat and stands before me
The smell of moth balls wash away
The aroma of dark roast

“Let me give you the best advice you’ll ever hear,” He says

“Write about sex
Not love
Everyone adores sex
Heterosexuals, Bisexuals, Homosexuals
Keep that in mind
I know, I’m 88 years old
I still like sex
But love?
Love is for the birds.”