Sitwell’s Coffee House

I’m on Ludlow Avenue getting served
A cup of “Americano” by a gentleman
Wearing bright red lipstick

Across the room a lady is singing
“A Whole New World”
From Disney’s Aladdin

She is a bit out of tune
But that doesn’t matter
Considering that is how I like things

On the ceiling someone has scrawled
Poetry in dark black letters

Inside the restrooms are large antique
Televisions with the words
“We Used to Entertain You”
Painted onto their blank screens

The coffee shop I’m at was named
After the eccentric poet
Edith Sitwell
And it remains true to her legacy

Different and strange
It is a Midwestern gem

A magical place
Where I can write odd poetry
And almost feel normal

The Peer Support Drama Factory

I Worked as a Peer Support Specialist
For years at a mental health facility
Looking back all I can remember
About the place is the constant drama
Of the clients and employees
Who never got along

It was a thankless job
Low pay
High stress
And a completely dysfunctional
Environment that would drive
The otherwise sane completely mad

The day I left felt like a weight
Had lifted from my chest
Three years of hell that was finally
Over with

Love Me – Hate Me

Sat down to eat some pizza the other day
And the manager came over to say
That I look a lot like the Unabomber
And that the waitresses should be wary
Because I am a cult leader

I’m rather certain he meant it as an insult
But in fact I was rather charmed
Thinking of all the power and influence
Cult leaders wield over others
So I ate my pizza and left a rather generous
Tip to the disobedient flirtatious waitresses
That paraded around my table
In a quizzical and curious manner

Missing Pieces

Everyone likes a good puzzle
But never the ones that you can’t solve
Where there are pieces missing

When you come across
An incomplete puzzle in your life
Understand that not all puzzles
Are meant to be solved
So don’t fill in the missing pieces
With an unfettered imagination

The Egg McMuffin Friendship

Went to McDonalds yesterday
And a guy in a wheelchair was unable to pay
An employee asked him to leave
So I bought him an Egg McMuffin Meal
He seemed pleased enough
Wearing a big thick grin
As he quenched his hunger and thirst

I felt a sense of camaraderie
To the old man in the wheelchair
Because we were both incomplete
In different ways
Him deprived of his legs
And me deprived of a stable mind
Yet sharing the common bond
Of being survivors in a harsh world

Ten Years Ago

I received word of my first publication
And was so excited that I attended
Different writers meetings
Where I was scoffed at, laughed at
And teased
One man went so far as to tell me
That I was a lunatic with no talent

But I persevered nevertheless
Realizing that I must have hit a nerve
To cause such a fuss over
A few words on an otherwise blank page

And so I sit here 10 years later
With my words worn and read
Laughing at all the naysayers and haters
Who said I have no talent
With every word that I write
While they sit around empty handed
Claiming to own the world