Warm up. My response to Patrick's last post in our game, Shutter-To-Think.
COLD COFFEE
Cold coffee needs a warm-up
A warmer-upper. A hit.
Where is Flo? Where is Dottie? Where is Loretta? Lorraine? Peggy and Doris?
Diner waitresses long since past
– bring me your pies.
There was a time I dreamt of running away to the desert.
I'd work in a diner and wear a name tag and an apron every day.
I would tuck a pencil behind my ear
and call everyone "sugar"
and make bad jokes.
My regulars would ask me how my art was going
and I'd say "not bad."
I would cast sideways glances
and turn up the radio to hear a story on the news
about a UFO sighting
about a tiger escaped from the zoo
about a man holding up a gas station
Honest.
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