Last Poems from the Coffee Cafe [three poems]

1

Live on T.V. [The Rating War]

"Ratings went up last week," the fat, rich T.V. station manager said.

"Due to what coverage…?" asked my wife.

"It was a battle in Iraq (or was it Afghanistan?)

"I'm not sure but the enemy just killed one-hundred U.S. Marines: Blacks Jews Spanish Poor Whites!

"The analysis will now repeat the scenes (verbally) on the radio— cash in, while they can!...

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2

Pale-Faced

It took a while, but the while was willing to wait; pale-faced one that never saw lightness—, lightness being something you give-off, radiate, and receive; but it never comes from a pale face,

either way. This maybe hard to believe, but for some it takes a lifetime to conceive.

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3

Bitter Patience [At the Bookstore Café]

When the budget came to mind and her friend discussed it out loud with her—she delivered the verdict (after two-hours of hot clashes) a cool decision prevailed…

there are points to this high silence prier to her verdict (her friend tripping over her tongue, a cracking of her voice,

somewhat; the clock ticking) her friend now says (clears her throat, holds herself ready) says: "Guilty!

that is life."

"Not much leftover…;" says the bewildered. She forgets a bill of $34.00. (Woops, less now.)

Speaking in a soft voice, mingled with raw reality, she is spending more than she is acquiring (easy to do I say in my mind); she sees the circumstance, says,: "I got enough for some white rice…." They both get up from their chairs, leave the table, books here and there, "Bye," they say with a smile (each); leave with bitter patience.

#1266 3/7/06

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