Lady’s today poem . . .
Breakfast at the Borderline
Breakfast out into the Sunday Gestalt
The slow burn highway
quest of focal vision right through
landscape of peripheral
Sit on bench beside the door
it sticks a little before you
can get it open, wait for eat
to become eight
Drink full coffee down before
waiter comes around for
fresh pot proper cream cup
proportion
Good time motown music and
a two year old’s occasional cry in a
high class greasy diner
Young woman in a sea shell
dress and a man with scrambled egg voice
comfortable making money
two years from college
Elbows on the table I
cradle my head against my knuckles
like a sumo wrestler ready for the
next locution to ooze across
the table
Got my glasses off and stare at
fuzzy you, remember myself dreamy-eyed
in a 20 year old photo another
20 years of us to go
Panhandler on the
highway entrance has a nice way
Have a nice day folks
he says
Russian dolls gotta have
a sense of humor – being a Russian doll
— Lady, 7.9.2023