Across the street I notice a yellow bulldozer scraping away all the trees and dirt. A big sign indicates that a big mall will soon be erected on the spot. He points at a Seeburg mounted on the wall. I ask, fishing for change in my pocket. I drop a few coins in the machine and punch buttons.
Music begins playing.
Rimbaud seems mellow. The waitress comes over. He glances at his Swatch and grimaces. I look at the menu. And a Michelob.