Thursday, October 10, 2013

On A Winter's Evening (A Poem)

At the hamburger joint
On the corner of main
With its gumball machine,
A universal winter wonderland
Of sugar and the rusted penny-reel
Where I’d drop my coins
For cheap thrills after dinner,
Is where I first fell in love
With make-believe
And the gritty feel of humanity.
I’d watch old men dip their hats
Across the counter
For the Friday special
And a far-sided view into
the thirty-something cleavage
of a burned out waitress
in frizzy hair who’d try
to feed me dishes full
of lard and sugar
while the winter wind
blew away the daylight hours,
trees bare outside the dusty window,
each branch full of limbs
waving in the air
like a skinny hand asking
for a silent favor.
The owner’s old dog
Would appear from the shadows,
Ghost wolf of the break room,
And lay across an
Indian-stitch rug, the only
One to cover the hard-wood,
Grease-stained slats,
Then lazily make his arthritic way
Amongst the sausaged kitchen,
And tables full of hungry lovers
Who’d toss bone crumbs and bread-sticks.
In the meantime silly school boys
In their shaking, virgin fingers
Ordered milkshakes for young girls
In their after-hours hair and
miniskirts the color of jelly beans,
their breasts and minds
too full of cold air
in an otherwise breathless room.

**Written for a prompt at Poet's United

5 comments:

  1. loved this.. I was sat right there...watching everything unfold...
    one of my favorite things to do is breakfast at the diner... it is a micro view of everyday life... :)

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  2. Oh, I love your style, your imagery, your movement, your "silly school boys in their shaking, virgin fingers ordered milkshakes for young girls," awesome.

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