Hello again after all this time - Poem: Eating Meatloaf After Dark

Oh, heck, what do we know about Time anyway.

And then there's the film

WHAT THE BLEEP DO WE KNOW?

Click here and wonder.

Thother day I was ecstatic when my short story MOUSE - about the Pope's trip to Asia - and meeting the Rohingyas - was published on Your One Phone Call.

I did a lotta research for that story.

Went on FB today. But not until I had written a poem.

 EATING MEATLOAF AFTER DARK

A bib is mandatory so I
sling on a white kitchen towel
and eat two patties with
thick gravy, leftovers
from the TNT Diner
in Hatboro, PA

Really, though, I eat
with others, slumped over
our food at the counter
of Edward Hopper's
Nighthawk's Diner in the
Windy City

When I pay my tab, less than
$3 plus tip, this is, after all,
in 1942, I clamp on my navy beret
and Northface jacket, stick my
hands in my pockets and wander home.

It's bright and cheerful in here,
my Christmas lights proclaiming
the birth of the Savior, wondering
how some friends of mine are doing,
romping in the fields of heaven,
my brother, our family photographer,
among them, my friend Ron A, who
stuck a gun in his mouth, and Daddy-o
who taught us the phrase,"My pleasure."

Another pizelle for dessert please.
"My pleasure," comes the voice from
the kitchen. Le garcon arrives and
I hold out my paper plate.



Remind me to write a poem about women who were pressed to keep their jobs and acquiesced to being molested to an assorted Good n Plenty box of assholes.

Two days ago Amy and I drove to New Hope to visit Wilshire Hunt, the new home of Jade, Matt and Baby Girl, Kaia Rose.

As I said when I went inside, This is the kind of house where I can read.

That used to be my criteria.

 Our snack was sweet potato chips and hummus, which was yummus!

Half a cup, please, black.

 Playroom above.

 Wedding photo.

If only it had features of a Jacuzzi. The kids thought the same thing. "Expect a check in the mail for 10 grand," I said, "for the jets n bubbles."

 We love to almost crawl at 11 months.

Striking view of empty fields.

 Howdy Chris! Thanks for stopping by.

Chris was in the neighborhood and wanted to show me pix of a family trip to Destin, Florida. He is quite a tall fellow.

       Yes, hi there, I'll have the TALL dark roast.


Chris and I went next door to Scott's. Two body builders.

Scott showed him the 2017 book

The TB12 Method: How to Achieve a Lifetime of Sustained Peak Performance. by Tom Brady  

  


If you have the patience, read this about Tom Brady.

He also showed Chris his basement gym.

We napped to another episode of the original HAWAII FIVE-O.

Book em, Dano!