On his third bus between here and west-young-man it’s getting late, but the radio sings along. The woman in the seat next to him is reading a book, and so does JJ, inspired. Black text on white. A smooth white. A new book. A whole new look. Just in time. JJ left his watch behind.

Oh well, it’s for the best. A stitch in time, for the rest of time. Take a rest. Take a nap. A book in his lap.