Old Habits

the proud salesman,
tie askew,
loses himself in his valuable briefcase –
what once held such treasure
now displays
yesterday’s news
and the spotted, aged version
of a lonely banana.

feet in thin air, flailing
he seeks refuge
under the greasy canopy of yore.
old habits die hard ~
and pride
is not easily discarded.


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