WARM FOOD

The waitress dropped her pencil

onto the floor where it comfortably

saddled up next to an abandoned French

fry at the base of a full counter where men

of labor ate like starving horses and

business men sipped hot tea and ladies

used their napkins, all under foggy stained

lights as the crowd spoke loud

words competing to be heard against the

stories rising and falling like a herd of

out of tune pianos spreading anger and

guilt, laughter and tears on the stage of

life at your neighborhood diner.

 

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