Those Summer Nights (Poem)
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Those Summer Nights
(with apologies to Robert Hayden)
by Justin W. Price
Those summer nights,
when we could still smoke in those
24 hour cafes,
we’d sit with giddy laughter,
and drink coffee while the butts piled.
The patient waitress
(who would not be cute
if you did not know her)
would make us order an omelet
and bring five forks.
We’d share it with our best
mixed company jokes,
on politics, religion, the future
(which was so far ahead of us).
Three ashtrays and four
our eyes burned with pleasure,
our stomachs twisted into nauseating knots,
our muscles tight and achy,
the waitress sat massaging her swollen legs
while smoking our cigarettes, and we’d exit
into the twilight
to get short sleep
before our menial labors.
The damp air bit our skin,
disguised our fatigues as we
And then we drove away
to our respective futures
(which were not so far away),
and wished we’d ignored
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