Men sit at formica tables with their coffee and papers.
(The Raptors are doing well, the Leafs
are doing poorly.
The men are satisfied; it's what they
expected.)
The proprietress (a weighty woman), her
teenaged daughter (pleasant looking, grease-fed),
And a dour friend who helps out
Kibitz behind the counter.
(Someone ate so much maple syrup she
threw up.)
My breakfast is
Heavy with grease, but cut with coffee,
And eternity.
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