A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, February 4, 2017
Strange,
perhaps,
to think of these waiters
as "my boys,"
but I do.
I'm borderline regular now
and I feel a strong loyalty to this place.
Do they think about me
When I fail to show up?
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