I'm behind the counter
growing older, not too tired,
though. Between taking orders from new diners
I fill coffee cups and sugar dispensers,
joke with the cook,
and write out sight-seeing directions.
We serve the best fries around, the ones that hit the spot
for weary couples and high school crowds
(just ignore the man with the black & white notebook.)
This may look small town to you,
but you're sitting in a Jersey diner booth.
The glorious colors of autumn always fool.
You may think I'm common,
my life not chosen, a chalkboard still blank,
but people my age inspire music when we walk.
We've worked hard for our calluses,
and proud of it!
If only you could see the tattoos on my shoulders.
One of the Garden State Parkway, the other an opened letter.
The Parkway tattoo - so I'll always find home.
The opened letter
designed by someone
another story, eh?
I've seen him once since
another story, some other time, alright?
How about more coffee?
Man, I wrote this almost 3 years ago:)
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