COOKED POTATOES AND MEAT
Copyright 2011 Gordon Kuhn
Poet in the Rain
The counter was bare and empty
So I took the first available lonely old seat
And my mind thought of burgers and Wimpy
And paying the second Tuesday of next week.
But the menu was loaded with more than just the one treat
Then came the waitresses who swished and swirled about me
Hurrying as best they could on sore and tired feet
They quickly flipped open their worn and tattered order pads
As one on a hunt intent on selling me my lunch
Then, as a bunch, rushed at me to greet
As one all suggested the potatoes and meat
“It’s cooked today,” they all said with a smile
“Not like yesterday or the day before the day before.”
“I’m glad,” I replied, “it’s been quite a while.
I’ve been living on collards, chittlins, swamp cabbage and peas,
And things, weird things, they claim live in the seas.
So, bring it, bring on some fried potatoes and a chunk of cooked meat,
And I’ll sit here and enjoy them while keeping warm this lonely old seat.”
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