GRAVEYARD SHIFT FRY COOK

 

 

The truck driver

used to saunter in

3:00 am cheerful

but jonesing for coffee

to chase the eggs and bacon

 

He had multiple refills

and seemed oblivious

to the random drunks

stumbling in

for past closing time munchies

 

a young couple

feuding over something

or probably nothing

but we’re all condemned

to listen to the hot mess

they call their lives

 

a baker drops in

for breakfast

consuming fuel

to go make the donuts

 

too many people

order sunny side up eggs

to divert attention

from the far less

than sunny side up lives

we seem to be living

 

I take a quick restroom break

I wash my hands

and the busboy washes

the white powder residue

from under his nose

 

another couple comes in

two more orders sunny side up

but a hesitant drunk wants eggs

as scrambled as his brain

He orders scrapple which

is dear to my heart

 

the graveyard shift

it does keep you on your toes

however predictable

it always seems to be



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