Sorry honey
you want etouffe
you gotta go someplace else
wait till that sun
rise over
Jackson Square
and the sous chefs
wake up and stumble
into work.
Make you some
eggs baby
scrambled
omelet
sunny side up.
Got grits
biscuits and gravy.
Got thick Louisiana
coffee. Can you
smell the chicory?
Author notes
Response to picture prompt. Celticwarrior.
A contest entry
- Write A poem about this picture I took.... words seem to fail me. by artis.
1000 points, ended September 4, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Yes, the commanality is grilled here,
and served on cracked china for all to digest. We only get what we deserve, the finer things are reserved for those whose luck runs like liquid gold
through well fed fingers. And so we find solace in what we have, and seek out places that accomodate the meager meaning of our lives. Excellent write...Thanks for your entry.~~Artis
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Here is an authentic voice! Yes, I can smell the chicory.
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