Across The Park by Fester Bryan

Walk on the hypotenuse
Saving time after the traffic lights.
Across the spongy grass
To maybe catch the king of the sideburns.
The clerk with the drinker's nose
Duffel coat and disappointed stare
Walking past the tennis courts
With the early morning women's doubles
Chatting and laughing about some class they'd tried.
Always a tinge of envy as you pass
The twenty something who should have done better
But who has ended up doing some job in the park.