I went to the diner and had a pop
as I most normally do,
I sat down at my usual booth,
and listened to the working crew.
I could hear the compliments
and complaints that I know all too well,
In between wiping down tables
and the ding of the dinner bell.
My attention soon got shifted,
as the waitress delivered their food,
I remained listening silently
I didn't want to seem that rude.
I heard my name mentioned several times,
took several drinks out of my cup,
They were telling stories of my past,
I wanted to say "What's up?"
I just sat there silently,
taking drags off my last smoke,
Not once did they seem to recognize me,
I thought it all a joke.
They kept looking over at me
I could hear them chatter under their breath,
Being as rude as rude as could be,
And I was getting quite bent.
Then my name popped up again,
They didn't know who I was,
They were just repeating stories,
Stupid is as stupid does.
Then as I listened I listened hard,
I read between the lines,
they said that I was a legend,
a legend in my own time!
© Copyright 2016 Angie Blake. All rights reserved.
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Short Story / Horror
Poem / Poetry
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