FORK IT OVER

The library, today, is full of men.
Men typing or filling out index cards
with small print. Men confronted with
tasks and stacks of several books.

It is not a place like other places
that are full of men. There is no
bartender, no HDTV, no smell of
grilled meat. Just the men with
their thoughts and distractions,
their pauses for water and
nose-picking.

But this is Los Angeles, and a cop
strolls the library floor-- up arts,
biography, technology and past social
science where he pivots and crosses
the floor to repeat the circuit.

Book-stealers beware. Public
intoxicators and vagrants be lost.
This is a place for learning, not
sleeping. Not thieving. Not that.


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