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Sunday, February 28, 2010

GOING OUT TO EAT WITH HIM


We remember how he’d walk deliberate
and slow scanning the restaurant from
left to right, looking for his spot, usually
a table off to the side, over by the window.
They steal four wheel drives in these parts.

If he heard a squealing baby or cranky child,
he’d tell the lady, best not sit us over there.
And when a boy at the next table spilled his
orange soda and it splashed a bit towards us,
we held our breath waiting for his reaction.

We remember how the waiter apologized
for the meals coming out late and how he
promised they’d be out in five more minutes.
That’s what you said twenty minutes ago
is what he said in his matter of fact way.

But we laugh the hardest when we talk about
how he ordered the chicken and dumplings,
then asked a naive young waitress if she was
the one who choked the chickens in the back

6 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

L
Wonderful to see your post. I so relate to the love of writing and blogging!
Congratulations on your wonderful new job. Those students are lucky indeed!
Linda

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF POETRY: said...

An excellent write as usual.

Hope the week ahead is a good one for you.

Yvonne.

Kay said...

hey! i know this man! many of them, actually :)

Zia said...

great blog LL - thanks for the heads up! z

pissipissi baobao said...

Congrats on the new job. GT was my favorite part of elementary school. No, I wasn't a dork or anything. I like this poem. As someone who used to work in the restaurant industry I can certainly relate. As for now, I'm an aspiring poet. Check out my blog, http://pissibaobao.blogspot.com/
Have a great day!

Ee Leen Lee said...

interesting poem, with very stark and haunting imagery