eggs
and sausage and a side of toast
coffee
and a roll, hash browns over easy
chile
in a bowl with burgers and fries
what
kind of pie?
In a
graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
2 for
a quarter, dime for a dance
with
Woolworth rhinestone diamond
earrings,
and a sideway's glance
and
now the register rings
and
now the waitress sings
(chorus)
the classified
section offered no direction
it's
a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
now
the touch of your fingers
lingers
burning in my memory
I've
been 86ed from your scheme
I'm
in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm
a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the
lead pipe morning falls
and
the waitress calls
(chorus)
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