The patrons wobble, stagger, and shuffle in
through the heavy glass doors, accompanied
by bus fumes and the voice on a loud speaker
Hacking and spitting, clenching sweat soaked
tissues, combing greasy wet hair and tugging
at restricted body parts
Purple floral and respirators, cigarettes and
polyester, order undercooked eggs with frozen hash
browns.
Waitresses stand talking to regulars
holding coffee pots that need to be warmed.
One paper thin waitress with ketchup stains
on her white tennis shoes,
watches her section, picking at her eye
make-up
She flicks some sort of matter away with her
fingers, coughs a smoker's hardy cough
and delivers a plate of chicken fried
steak to table number six.
The loud speaker blasts, " Gate 13 is now
boarding.
I fell in love with this poem. The atmosphere is so thick I could chew it and blow bubbles. It reminds me a little of the Greyhound station in Pittsburgh. Except they don't serve breakfast there. But they do have an abundance of people flicking matter.
Reviewed by Romantic Scorpio (Reader)
Reviewed on July 1, 2002
A pinnacle of description molding visuals transcending me there. This could be a part of a script for a movie.
Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
Reviewed on April 29, 2002
Felt purposeful to me! Captured it all for the reader--powerful imprint on my imagination's eye, anyway.
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
Five years have passed. The sequel to the award-winning Chapel of Eternal Love, this book revisits the same couples in the first book, and where the lives have taken them since they left the altar at The Chapel of Eternal Love
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