HOWL REDUX “I’M WAITING FOR BILL! HE KNOW I COME HERE. HE NOT HERE AT 9:00 A.M., I GOTTA GO.” She sits across from her partner, another visitor from the rescue mission. He’s Catatonic and sunk deep in soft fake velvet. His index finger is rod straight and pointed toward heaven. Perhaps signaling there is only one way or he’s number one – in his mind. “HE KNOW I’M HERE. I AN HERE, RIGHT?” She shouts to the rosy cheeked, bright eyed college student who serves up the jive juice this morning. She’s paid to be cheerful, not kick out the street people. Don’t discriminate against anyone needing caffeine. The early crowd clears out fast today. Screaming Ann rocks back and forth; and back and forth. Stepping outside every ten minutes for one more cigarette after another. Clutching each transcendent joy stick between her ten finger tips. Gulping them down like beer in August. “HELLO, I TALK TO YOU?  YOU LIKE ME?” I’m not a morning person. I don’t talk much in the morning. The Band slides into my sacred coffee zone softly singing…        “I see my light come shinin’ From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released.” …maybe from Ann, I think.