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Court Day So sullenly he sneers and slouches there Behind a menu that he will not read His mother smiles apologetically And orders milk and cereal for him He sulks beneath his franchise baseball cap And grunts into a little plastic box Then shoves it back into his pressed knee-pants His mother smiles apologetically                                                              tips apologetically                                                              pays apologetically The waitress with her chalice takes communion ‘round Refills the cups at each creaky table Newspaper stories, what is this world coming to, Bacon and eggs, toast, orange juice, refills, life Beyond the misted glass the old court house Begins to take the early morning light Like an old man taking his first cup of the day Having another go at civilization A rural Thomas More parks his old truck This Chaucerian sergeant of the law Will plead the usual catalogue of not-his-faults The lad will smirk and feign apologies The creaky tables of the ancient laws To be served with irrelevant custom The lad demands change for the Coke machine His mother yields                                  Apologetically.
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Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
Juvenile Court Day
Court Day So sullenly he sneers and slouches there Behind a menu that he will not read His mother smiles apologetically And orders milk and cereal for him He sulks beneath his franchise baseball cap And grunts into a little plastic box Then shoves it back into his pressed knee-pants His mother smiles apologetically                                                              tips apologetically                                                              pays apologetically The waitress with her chalice takes communion ‘round Refills the cups at each creaky table Newspaper stories, what is this world coming to, Bacon and eggs, toast, orange juice, refills, life Beyond the misted glass the old court house Begins to take the early morning light Like an old man taking his first cup of the day Having another go at civilization A rural Thomas More parks his old truck This Chaucerian sergeant of the law Will plead the usual catalogue of not-his-faults The lad will smirk and feign apologies The creaky tables of the ancient laws To be served with irrelevant custom The lad demands change for the Coke machine His mother yields                                  Apologetically.
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lawrence-hall
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 4:41 PM UTC
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