Galaxy Diner
My father would have loved a place like this,
all the way over on the West side.
You could still smoke inside restaurants
when he was alive,
and he smoked Newport,
before, during, and after dinner.
I remember. The last time, he screamed at a waitress
for having brought the bread and butter out too soon.
Finally you arrive in work clothes and funny tie.
This time is mine.
I think about your life when you’re not with me.
When you’re not with me, I think about your life.
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Yes, I am a consulting Astrologer and Tarot Reader but started a 30 Poems in 30 Days project in late January, mostly unpublished poems from the archives. I took two of the poems away today though (long story) so if anyone’s gone looking, the project is missing pieces, possibly to be returned and possibly not! This one’s a little gloomy, isn’t it 🙂
3 thoughts on “Little Poem For Saturday”
It has a beautiful cadence. It seems to hinge on this sentence, “This time is mine.” I think in this case, your “middle” is perfect, it’s like a center of gravity for the poem.
I FEEL time in this poem, I’m there somehow with you and your father, and then with you and the “other” and then you and your thoughts.
Thanks for saying so. I appreciate it. I like this little one. It’s subtle but I like it. Somber.