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Table at a Donut Shop


He said to him
No, you're wrong
Him said to He
You're a fool
Joe broke it
over both their heads
with a hiss he issued
across his cup

This was their game
Tacit agreements
for years the same
Buy your own coffee
Hold your place
like a tree
Reaching to the others
with no embrace

Disdain for beauty
most afternoons
Ah, but that woman
He can't ignore
A natural pull
Hidden from the others
for that one
very private taste

One day, one of them
won't show
Then, a second day
will go
and they will know
He has hissed
his way away
back Home






------
johnlovejr at hotmail dot com


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The following comments are for "Table at a Donut Shop"
by Flonigus

Hey, where's Joe?
You're very observant John, I can see that in this. There are people who meet regularly in places like this, who are friends, but only while they're there.

They always meet, and chat, tell stories to one another but they never meet elsewhere, or call one another. There are therefor, vast swaths of their personalities, their lives that their donutyshop friends never know.

This is what this poem captured for me anyhow. I like. -Philo

( Posted by: Philo [Member] On: July 14, 2005 )

Thanks, Philo
You've seen it, too.

It was mainly some old guys I've seen who play chess at a place nearby who I had in mind, though much of it could be more universal.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: July 15, 2005 )

John and Philo
Hey, the first time I read this I thought you wrote a metaphor for lit.org pips. This site is so much like your donut shop here, don't you think so? Well, that's what I see. I love meeting my friends here, most of whom, I can find only here. Some of them though I could chance upon in other poetry sites. But really HERE is our 'donut shop'. As always, beautiful read. :)

( Posted by: peterpaulino [Member] On: July 15, 2005 )

Peter
Your thought did occur to me, too; just this morning.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: July 15, 2005 )

Flonigus's Familiar spot
Years ago when NOT looking for a job I chanced upon one in our Neighbourhood Robin's Donuts. I worked there for 3 years and they were the BEST years of my life. I am a people person. I met Doctor's, Lawyers, Labourmen, Teen-moms, yes and even our Police (who get a bad rap, since I was on the other side of the counter, I would see that I gave them coffee and all too often they had to leave after a sip or 2 for a call).

It was hard work, mopping, cleaning unmentionables. Yet very rewarding. Just like this poem of yours Flonigus. Thanks for sharing it. You did a good job with the writing.

"One day, one of them
won't show
Then, a second day
will go
and they will know
He has hissed
his way away
back Home"

Familiar faces left us too, for "Home". The joke would be that "I'm reading the Paper to make sure I am not wanted, or already dead!"

Ended this with a soft bang!

Darlene

( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: July 15, 2005 )

Donut Shop
John, Now I see why Peter suggested I read you. I am with Peter here, this poem feels like "our Donut Shop". It is good having you here, seems like you fit right in. Thanks for the coffee.

P.S. I agree with your comment on Darkness Prevailed. I will edit it. Thank you so much.

Nae ;0)

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: July 15, 2005 )

A prompt, tearfully yummy
I am American-born, and I want this kind of a coffee – donut –shop experience – which I have never had. I think that donuts are the essential part of it. Whatever Dunkin D. there are overseas are misunderstood and taste strange - Blueberry ones - my favorite - are nonexistent or imitation. The fancy cafes - too romantically trite. So – being so far away - how can I experience a donut shop? Maybe it's futile – because it should be experienced with YOU.
I could have answered by email, but you know that I am a total exhibitionist. Let his be an unbridled, stream of consciousness exhibitionist literary hedonism. I want to read your – Teflon's – both of your taste experience of having my donut while waiting for me to show up with a surprise – some enraging news. Now I have a writer's block, waiting for you the word-and-language play - crafty plumber to make images flow. Come out and do something daring.

"A tantrum at the donut shop" - ?

I shall flood your email with irresistible prompts. Hot and yummy. I wuv you.

( Posted by: VickieSALT [Member] On: May 9, 2011 )

Thanks
Tori,

Thank you for visiting and commenting. I miss this shop, which is in Oakland, and the woman I would go there with, taking my daughter, as well.

~ John

( Posted by: Flonigus [Member] On: May 9, 2011 )





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