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.