Human Moments: Kanye Westwood

Welcome to a new segment on my blog called “Human Moments”. These short tales are a blend of reality and imagination. I hope you find them interesting and enjoyable in a way. As always, thank you for your time in stopping by today and reading.

Human Moments:

“Kanye Westwood”

I’m sitting in a café in Westwood, reading Rob Lowe’s “Stories I Only Tell My Friends”, just blocks from Marilyn Monroe’s final resting place.

I don’t know why I end up here so often, in her spot.

Moments later, I’m greeted by a local in the booth facing me.

 I can tell he knows these streets.

I am both happy to be here and unsettled. His first question to me is if I’m American. I wonder if I have the glow of a worldly traveler today, but I doubt it.

Some would say I’m a sucker. I think I’m just approachable.

The least I can be is human. I smile, and we shake hands.

Perhaps I’ve shocked him. He returns to his booth but minutes later is back.

He shows me lyrics he says he’s just written.

It is a song he’s penned about the two of us just now.

He’s Kanye, and I’m Kim. And, there will be a June wedding.

I just smile again and hope he’s safe out there, on his Westwood streets.

In what feels like an afterthought to his serenade, he puts a brand-new pair of sunglasses on the table in front of me and says, “You’ll rock these.”

He insists I keep them, even after I stumble through a reason I should not.

Then he says he’s going to go. He presses upon me that he’ll be outside though.

I think he is kind-natured, but I also think his mind plays tricks on him like many people in this town calling the streets home. I think he’s doing his best. I’m going to stay here inside the café with Rob’s stories because I’m feeling more street-smart than sweet-heart.

I wonder what Marilyn would have done.

I wish him peace, this Westwood Kanye.

I thank him for the shades.

I thank him for giving, when he probably didn’t have much to give.

A few hours and cups of coffee later, my husband’s conference has finished and he picks me up. I step out into the moonlight so we can make our way home. I don’t see Kanye Westwood anywhere, but … someone yells, “Nice shades.”

I decide I don’t need to know why I end up here so often, in this area, so close to her spot.