I saw Tony Robbins

Outside a conference center

Back leaned against the brick wall staring at the opposite building’s brick wall.

A dumpster nearby let out an odor of Chinese takeout

Pleasant when mixed with the cigarette and Tony’s pheremones

I imagined young dishwasher entrepreneurs

Scootering through slums with

New phone apps buzzing through their brains

Selling kidneys in engagement with their dreams.

I thought to bum a cigarette as this was Tony Robbins

But I was too slow to engage.

His break over, he winked at me

Flicked his cigarette with Sinatra-like Grace

And knocked to be let back in to the conference.

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