pseudo-ku Poems and Poetry

breakfast at Elsie's -
a whole neighborhood
in three shrinking rooms

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drawn on the face
of our elderly waitress
an imprint of scowls

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long wait for coffee -
could this cup
be any more empty?

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tasty menu -
beneath the side order toast
jelly stains

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salt, pepper
a bottle of ketchup
what more could you want?

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even in the kitchen
people go about their lives
unnoticed

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your eggs
not so runny
as my eggs

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reading the paper
words spill from the newsprint
to my tongue

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O busboy
didn't you realize