Alone, My Mother Still in Bed


Under the circumstances,
I suppose itís only
natural to be craving
scrambled eggs,
and to wish to eat them
in a diner far away,
maybe in Montana,
or on the way to Abilene.

How strange it seems,
I can almost
taste them now.

More coffee, please,
I was on the road all night.

And the waitress smiles
as if she knows exactly where
Iíve been, and is glad to see
I made it out alive.

July 9, 2006
















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