Lunch

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cause, Meet Effect.”

Lunch

Having J.D. Salinger and a Philly for lunch
at a diner where I don’t need the menu,
I sat next to a cute couple of men
while reading Holden go on and on about flits.

At the end, the waitress brought the check
turned upside with a ‘Thank you.’
She’d scrawled her name at the bottom
but it looked more like ‘Fag’ than ‘Tracy’,
and I suddenly needed a cigarette.

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