Wednesday, March 23, 2011

03/09/11


* 03/09/11

Breakfast in New England
where the diner doesn't buzz
but rumbles and crashes
a vocal thunderstorm
the gray clouds are gathered
five old men at a table
blood spots on their wrinkled
cheeks and scalps
white crown molding
in-between
here comes bitter lightening
they rant
against the machine
“America doesn't have balls anymore”
say things to the waitress
sexual harassment
if they weren't grandfathers
“What came first, the chicken or the egg?”
they start over again
at the beginning.

Tex DeJ├ęsus ©2011

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