only two things on the menu
at the A & O Café, sitting somewhere
in the heartland, between the school
and church, bathed in fickle light
pocked by hail and weathered by the storms
though all still go there, and
few think to complain
about the spare fare
some ask for theirs sunny side up
with the gold yolk promise of tomorrow
shining at them, like a hopeful new sun
others choose over easy, perhaps past hope
and ready for more solid times, still
a few can have them no way but scrambled
fast fried and slaughtered into yowling yellow
heaped on their plaintive plates
few ask for the bacon, since it comes
with every meal, the fat hog long ago
butchered, and part of the A&O; deal
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
only two things on the menu
at the A & O Café, sitting somewhere
in the heartland, between the school
and church, bathed in fickle light
pocked by hail and weathered by the storms
though all still go there, and
few think to complain
about the spare fare
some ask for theirs sunny side up
with the gold yolk promise of tomorrow
shining at them, like a hopeful new sun
others choose over easy, perhaps past hope
and ready for more solid times, still
a few can have them no way but scrambled
fast fried and slaughtered into yowling yellow
heaped on their plaintive plates
few ask for the bacon, since it comes
with every meal, the fat hog long ago
butchered, and part of the A&O; deal
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