The Menu (Rough draft story poem novel)

Posted: August 12, 2013 in Uncategorized
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The hostess sits us down

A small two-person table

White folded cloth

Elegant glasses for adults

Waiters dressed up

We are in our street clothes

The waiter

Bald, glasses, professional

Recites his speech on the specials

We don’t applaud

We just nod our heads

Fresh bread arrives

Steam escaping from the depths of the basket

The cold butter quickly becomes liquid

The menu is hard to look at

Each item looks good

But the price stabs you in the heart

My mom reassures me get whatever you want

First I decide to go light

Then for some reason

I feel that it is okay to buy the steak

My mom also orders the steak

I can’t tell why she did

But it makes my purchase feel little less hurtful

She wants to know if I heard back from my jobs

I haven’t

Heck I even forgot about all that

She tells me soon one will say yes to me

I still have my doubts 

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Comments
  1. kalabalu says:

    Ate the steak 🙂 in good company

  2. Meka says:

    Ha! Oh I remember that dinner 🙂 …maybe a swordfish steak or something but a very similar dinner once

  3. I like the tone of this. Keep it up, and thank so much for following my blog.

  4. balding2soon says:

    Sounds like a dinner I took my mother to 26 years ago the greatest time I ever had with her

    Thanks for stopping by

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