Friday, September 5, 2014

In His Gladness of Lunch

I want to be a home town old man
with nothing much to attend.
I'd wear a big blue shirt over my belly
and shuffle around the buffet
nibbling this and that
but not too much of any one thing.
Maybe I'd have grandkids somewhere
or white hair.
I'd almost always be polite
or at least very quiet.
I'd also laugh because I am known
and sit in the padded booth
and the waitress would smile
and about more than the tip.
No one has a chance with a home town old man
not even when he's just sitting.