Sitting at a booth

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

poem

the people not the food set the mood

curmudgeonly conversation not being rude

normal flow of everyday life that made skin thin

an old mill town that fell apart left this crowd to moan not harp

if all is well and ends well then things would be a different sort

their asses rubbed raw from taking the gore from

too many disgrunted farts  

to lighten it up for a little while I put on a show and wore a smile

I listened to stories from old sentimental loons

finding a peice of myself in their toon

remembering the waitress and how she worked

the part that I liked best was her quirks

it's the people not the food that set the mood and the

reason why they all returned


Submitted: November 23, 2018

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