A coffee shop. A diner. A hole in the wall.
Waitress pours another cup. She thinks she’s seen it all.
The early birds and blue-plate folk. The nicotine addicted
Grim gamblers who have played all night. Most lose just as predicted.
Now and then without a grin an odd duck in a hat
Posies tucked into the band, he’s one unpleasant cat.
Dark glasses do disguise his eyes. Who knows just what he’s seen
His countenance is full of hate, so sullen, rude and mean.
Now just today for the first time it seems he’s made a friend
The strangest man. A lunar tan. Who knows how this will end.
She tops them off and lingers near enough to hear them say
Some words about their daughters and the purloined DNA.
Eggs and flapjacks. Bacon. Toast. Fresh hash browns singed just right
Slings the meals on her worn heels. This shift goes on all night.
Waitress pours another cup. This day she’s seen it all.
July 27, 2017
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