Now What?

He was sitting in his usual spot, 

coffee and cigarettes at hand,

people walking by, doing their things.

“Now what?” hadn’t been an issue 

for a while.

He had his routine, lived simply,

kept a low profile.

His budget said he had to stop smoking,

drink water instead of orange juice

in order to survive.

He was like a slug on a straight razor,

not cut, but he had to move carefully.

“There is nothing next! This is it!”

said the Zen Master to his student,

in a cartoon.