up the back
and not quite hidden by the menu
his voice is an idling engine
until he orders again, broken crockery for lips
as he grinds the words out
for the girl at the counter
who’s waiting for a tip
with miniature scarecrows for hair
and an expressionless distaste
that rattles mugs, catches in the fan
and falls across us
with the feathery touch of a sigh.
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haha – I can just picture this scene in my mind – love ‘broken crockery for lips’ – good one Ashley
Thanks, Gabe! Cafes are such good places for material (usually anyway)
minature scarecrows for hair!
ha!
Good read.
Thanks! Great to see you posting again at your blog