Poems & Sonnets
From: Dale Malone
To: Mark Woodson
Subj: Not Lidia, Not the Tatooed lady....
In a message to Lidia, Lidia, Mark Woodson wrote:
MW> A frosty night
MW> Chilled glass
MW> Dressy clothes
MW> and empty wallet
MW> Out on the town
MW> for a night
MW> A classy
MW> A salad for both
MW> A disgruntled look
MW> from the waiter
MW> No tip tonight
My shirt sticking to my back,
The air burning my throat as I breathe,
The holes in my socks tucked into my shoe,
A few lonely coins in my pocket with one crumpled bill.
Ambling down the gritty, dingy
Looking out for a cheap eatery,
A greasy-spoon that serves a basket of bread,
Hopefully also with margarine and grape jelly.
Choosing the least offensive of
Indigestion burbling in my belly,
Pushing back, I leave, with downcast head,
Snarling “Get a life,” to the panhandler outside.
Written by Dale E. Malone and Mark Woodson, So... Did you like it or not?
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Last modified: April 26, 2009