The Cozy at 6 a.m.

When I ask about wi-fi

My fourteen year old waitress, blonde and sweet,

Doesn't know if they have it or not.

She explains that she doesn't really work here.

She's working here now with her mom, the owner,

So that one day she can work here.

The men at the counter, all about my age,

Kibbitz with her,

As charmed as I am.

A Thing And A Half

It's a thing and a half,

The giant giraffe,

Tall as a treetop,

Light as a laugh.

Light as a laugh

In the blue of the sky,

Munching on leaves

As the clouds pass him by.

 Once Again The Cozy

Sitting in the Cozy once again,

All is looking rosy once again;

Ketchup on the table --

You can tell – it's on the label --

I'm a posy at the Cozy once again.