10:10, hot chocolate, Dave Brubeck, and Van Vranken
Pokey met Jimmy the following morning at 10:00 AM. As Pokey stood patting Buck's head, Jimmy came out from under the car. He saw Pokey tapping Buck's head and Jimmy smiled at Pokey. Pokey smiled back.
Jimmy came over and commented, "You've got ah good friend, there. Buck wasn't too friendly to me when I first met him. He hasn't really warmed-up too much to me, to tell you the truth."
Pokey listend to Jimmy's voice. He cocked his head as Jimmy spoke. Some words sounded different, but Pokey just listened. Jimmy sounded like a new album that Pokey hadn't heard before. Jimmy was smiling at him. There was a long pause.
"Ma name's Jimmy." Jimmy extented his hand. Pokey reached out and shook it. He returned Jimmy's smile. Pokey glanced at the grimmy clock and told Jimmy, and Buck,
"It's 10:10. "
Jimmy's brow furrowed. He looked in the direction of Pokey's gaze and smiled. And Pokey walked away.
"Sure, Sure. Nice to meet ya. See ya around."
Pokey checked the lock on his booth door and noticed a movement in the abandoned car two spaces down. Pokey turned and walked to the car. The window was rolled three-quarters of the way up. The window had long lost any transparency. Pokey leaned slightly forward,
"Mr. Van Vranken."
A tuff of hair shifted, and a pair of bright blue eyes widened from behind the soiled glass.
"Mr. Van Vranken. It's very cold in here today. I think you will catch a bad cold if you stay too long in this car. "
"What?"
"It's cold, Mr. Van Vranken. If you will get out of the car, you can come into my booth. I have some hot chocolate."
As Pokey turned the key to the booth door, he heard the rusty moan of the car door.
Mr. Van Vranken took Pokey's plastic cup, lifted it and let the steam cover his face. He closed his eyes. The liquid filled his mouth and the noises subsided.
Pokey turned-on his small, duck-taped cd player. Dave Bruebeck's "Take Five" wafted around the booth, Mr. Van Vranken and out into the swirling leaves caught in the corners of the garage entrance. Pokey looked out into the street. Madame Fouquoi waved to him as she passed by on her way to work.
Jimmy came over and commented, "You've got ah good friend, there. Buck wasn't too friendly to me when I first met him. He hasn't really warmed-up too much to me, to tell you the truth."
Pokey listend to Jimmy's voice. He cocked his head as Jimmy spoke. Some words sounded different, but Pokey just listened. Jimmy sounded like a new album that Pokey hadn't heard before. Jimmy was smiling at him. There was a long pause.
"Ma name's Jimmy." Jimmy extented his hand. Pokey reached out and shook it. He returned Jimmy's smile. Pokey glanced at the grimmy clock and told Jimmy, and Buck,
"It's 10:10. "
Jimmy's brow furrowed. He looked in the direction of Pokey's gaze and smiled. And Pokey walked away.
"Sure, Sure. Nice to meet ya. See ya around."
Pokey checked the lock on his booth door and noticed a movement in the abandoned car two spaces down. Pokey turned and walked to the car. The window was rolled three-quarters of the way up. The window had long lost any transparency. Pokey leaned slightly forward,
"Mr. Van Vranken."
A tuff of hair shifted, and a pair of bright blue eyes widened from behind the soiled glass.
"Mr. Van Vranken. It's very cold in here today. I think you will catch a bad cold if you stay too long in this car. "
"What?"
"It's cold, Mr. Van Vranken. If you will get out of the car, you can come into my booth. I have some hot chocolate."
As Pokey turned the key to the booth door, he heard the rusty moan of the car door.
Mr. Van Vranken took Pokey's plastic cup, lifted it and let the steam cover his face. He closed his eyes. The liquid filled his mouth and the noises subsided.
Pokey turned-on his small, duck-taped cd player. Dave Bruebeck's "Take Five" wafted around the booth, Mr. Van Vranken and out into the swirling leaves caught in the corners of the garage entrance. Pokey looked out into the street. Madame Fouquoi waved to him as she passed by on her way to work.
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