I’m one day out of a five year sentence. I’m harder, I’m stronger. I feel no repentance. Nobody here waiting, no hugs on release. Jus worn shoes, a few dollars, a ratty old fleece. I walk into that diner with a jail attitude. The waitress is polite so of course I was rude. I’m eager to get home get back in the mix. Itching to get back on track and up to old tricks. Nobody here worries if I live or die so who the fuck cares? I’m angered by scornful looks, whispers, suspicious stares. I turn and see another face, her eyes soft and kind She seems to have a lot to speak, some thoughts on her mind. “The coffees good” she says. “But I can’t recommend the food.” A smile escapes my face. It seems she’s altered my mood. “is that so?” I ask, feeling better I think. “So what do I try?” “Well, The omelette disappoints, she winks. Try the key lime pie.” In the world where I’ve been caged, looks equal threats, harm or danger. I sometimes forget how easy it was to say hello to a stranger.