At the Mall

At the mall, I'm sitting
And minding my own business.
A janitor comes up behind me.
He politely asks me if I can move...
My dad is buying my soda.
He then tells me, "God has a way of 
"Putting people in your life
"At the just the right moment.
"He provides for you what you need."
I politely get my Coke
And realizing I was rude
Come back, and try to give him a business card;
But I didn't have any on me,
And told him I was a writer.
He told me he was a writer, too,
Thinking at first I was begging for some money.
He wrote "Hell of the Black Dusk."
I search... the engines are hiding it;
Or he lied to me.
Either way, I am at an impasse.
As Sun Tsu said, if you must succeed
Hedge your army at an impasse
Or die.
I either die a writer
Or I live a writer.
I've spent too much time on this,
And can't bear the rejections from McDonald's and Subway anymore.
People have this habit of babbling to me religious platitudes
Not realizing I have a purpose.
This is it.
I knew it wasn't from God because it seemed mean
And seemed more like war than peace.
But, I entertained him all the more...
What's the chance of meeting a published janitor
At the Mall telling you you need to get a job
And God provides the right person at the right time?
I believe in miracles, just not when they
Bristle at the thought of someone buying their precious book
And then get belligerent with you for trying to ask him.