I had banana pancakes off the menu
luscious little nuggets of warm banana smoosh
in a whole wheat pancake.
While two Jersey guys in power suits
analyzed the abilities of that fuckin’ Johnson
to keep his end up.
While two Queens gals in knock-off Prada
went back to the buffet to stuff their purses
with boxed cereal and apples
and bananas still stitched up
in their skins.
While the bald maitre d’ I will call Raoul
catered to me
and smiled at me
and the Czech waiter brought me
I loved the warm maple syrup,
the chewy whole wheatness
the warm smoosh,
but I couldn’t finish all the pancakes.