(Two Pigeons at…) Jack’s Diner
Slaving from dish to dish
Running, back and forth
So much endurance
To deal with mad heads
Out of town or from in town (Regular)
Happy, grumpy, talking or not
Our lips, fingers, words and eyes
Defacing this place (Established 1955)
I mean, “What don’t we understand-
about high 60’s in the afternoon?”
We must have someone speak for us all
How could you order for yourself?
When I would love so much, more
than anything else, to
interact with these people, and
try to help them with their problems
And I would break down crying (most likely
inebriated) For these people , who
I live with on this planet
But my tears will not cleanse any soul
These beautiful women come from all over
To work here, here
Where it is steady to work
Where the refills of coffee are endless
Where I enter at 2:00 am
buzzed or blazed
