breakfast
than the one you ate with your
pals
at 3 a.m.
in the morning,
in some side of the road
diner,
coming home from downtown
after a night
of drinking and dancing,
carousing, as young men
are prone to do.
eggs and bacon, hash browns,
coffee and juice,
french toast
and pancakes,
greasy sausage links,
more toast please, butter
and jam.
we ate and ate, drank our
coffee,
flirted with the tired
young waitress and reviewed
the night behind us,
before heading home.
each going
our separate ways.
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