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Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art


windshield wipers
high five neon
just around the bend
a place to rest an elbow
and fill an empty rumble


take a place
among the same boat
hungry anonymous
what'll ya have, hon?
besides the coffee I mean


tired eyes and shoulders
shroud spoonfuls of
sighs and secrets
eating words
sipping scenery


miles to go before sleep
how 'bout a warmup
for your soul to keep
red eyed Jesus
in a styrofoam cup


carry you home soon
soon enough
carry you home soon
soon enough




Rene ~ December 2011


For Magpie Tales


photo by Rene for Magpie Tales

Comments

  1. i am always down for coffee...sipping scenery...love that...love to just sit and sip the surroundings...

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  2. This is most excellent. I like the manner in which you said what you said.

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  3. sippin scenery is lovely. I like the feel of this piece. Truly wonderful.

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  4. .. like the flavor of this Mag. Especially the last stanza, neat!

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  5. Hungry anonymous- aren't we all? Love your writing Rene- spot on as always!

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  6. Beautiful. Especially on this day where *clearly* more coffee is required!

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  7. wish i can put a melody to this... love it!

    JJRod'z

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  8. Sometimes I see a red-eyed Jesus in the rear view mirror...he's a gone daddy.

    Good 'un, doll.

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  9. Love it! Your poem reminded me of Janet Evanovich :)

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  10. That was one LONG journey you captured there...

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  11. Well done. "red-eyes Jesus".. stroke of genius.

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