poems 2 rock your soul by Viggo Mortensen

i was having an early breakfast
with jason alexander
on thirty second street

I sipped turkish coffee
as he nibbled at
a blueberry croissant

we do this a lot
reflecting in the crisp dawn
not talking much

“i’m just so tired,”
he says “they don’t
think i’m a real actor”

he says it like i understand
but he was george, friend of jerry
and i was aragorn, king of gondor

he is such a loser