Lawrence Hall
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  WHITE BREAD! I NEED SOME WHITE BREAD OVER HERE!

                            Pancake House on Crack Street II
        With a Chorus of One Cook in Need of Some White Bread

A cold and dreary morning along Easy Street
The comforts of coffee and cholesterol
The Senior Special two fresh eggs your way
Farm fresh bacon or sausages your way

I NEED SOME WHITE BREAD OVER HERE! WHITE BREAD!

Down-home hash brown potatoes your way
Whole wheat toast with farm fresh butter your way
Fresh brewed Colombian coffee your way
“I’ll be with you in a minute, honey, okay?”

OVER HERE! I NEED SOME WHITE BREAD OVER HERE!

There aren’t any newspapers anymore
“In a minute!” So I studied my MePhone

WHITE BREAD! I NEED SOME WHITE BREAD OVER HERE!

I don’t think the cook was yelling about me
I don’t know, of course

The beggar at the door shivered quietly

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                          The Pancake House on Easy Street

Late afternoon, we’re headed outta town
Long drive ahead, needing a cargo of
Cholesterol and caffeine for the road
And just now almost any old place will do

Some discreet exchanges in the parking lot
Hunched shoulders, cigarettes, suspicious stares
Wind blowing paper cups and ‘tater-chip bags
Across the weedy decay of civilization

But it’s warm inside and the coffee’s good
The waitress shows us a picture of her child