One stands and sways in torn jeans and a tan jacket.
His paunch hanging under a worn red shirt that appears
Like a junior-high overbite. It is 10:29 am.
The other - a plaid sweater-coat, is calm
And short…collected, cool, knowing the wait
Will be worth the score. It is 10:29 am.
The door is shut but the lights are on –
Movement within. Signs that the first in will receive
His due. It is 10:29 am.
A beard and a bow-tie hover above
On the red-striped brick building, a remnant of
A southern past. It is 10:29 am.
At 10:30, the Colonel opens his doors.
1 comment:
Ronald McDonald could kick the Colonel's a**. AND, Ronald McDonald opens his doors in time for breakfast.
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