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
extra bacon.
I loved the warm maple syrup,
the chewy whole wheatness
the warm smoosh,
but I couldn’t finish all the pancakes.
Too
much
bananas.
Picture it...me sitting there making little moaning sounds about the food and listening in. Fun in the morning...oh, yeah.
ReplyDeleteBack in the day when I ignorantly nursed my false persona I would revel in my rainy days off from work and go to a Jewish deli up the street from the house. The waitress always knew what I wanted for breakfast and always had my coffee ready.I would sit for as long as I thought I could and drink coffee, watch people, smoke cigarettes, and write. But that was yesterday. Today I do not smoke, and live too far away to go back to the deli. Today I make breakfast for my family, watch my children grow up, and as often as I can write while drinking my coffee . And oh, by the way, I make a pretty mean pancake. Feel free to drop by anytime.
ReplyDeleteYour one of the best Cynthia.
God bless you!
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