This is a
column in the
classified ad section of a local
alternative weekly. And maybe in some of the stodgy ones, Elsewhere. People send in short ads which they hope will be read by a specific person they met, but did not speak to, on the bus or at a show or in a café. The ads are wistful little poems, Haiku
Prufrocks:
Saw you Fri. 4/7 Palace Hotel lobby. Me,
sports fan. You, wedding guest. Rematch?
box 18273
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Renee--Gordon Biersch Friday. I got your
name, forgot your number!
Kicking myself! PLEASE Call! Dave box
18328
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#91Nite Owl, Cross town bus. I asked you
out, you told me where to get off.
Sorry. Coffee? --Chuck box 12213
With material like this around, it's a wonder writers ever get
blocked, eh?