Me and Don

By the convenience store he sat
his feet propped on rusted breast plate
inverted helmet inviting help.
"The windmills of my mind" he sighed
"are by my own intellect o'erthrown!"
Inspired by irony I smiled and said
"And you find yourself here alas
o Knight of the Tarnished Mirrors
in the shadow of a slain dragon
transformed by wizards into the guise of a dumpster"
He only stared in silence
and so I walked away
until his choked whisper split the silence
"Sancho?"