The Funk Revisited

 

We sat around sampling sips

Of coffee blends on a Sunday

That was so much quieter

Than usual, almost an eerie

Day from a week we had

Never experienced before.

Bernie was back, but he wasn’t,

Heather was still horny as hell,

Guillaume had a steady lover

And no one saw him much

Anymore, except for glimpses

At Thrifty’s or Save On Foods,

Shopping with his pretty lady

For fancy fresh things for

The late night French suppers

He was almost famous for,

Joyce went on about the

Blouse she was wearing

That she bought at Fields

In sixty-six and hadn’t been

Able to find one like it since,

 I wondered how your

Sunday was going and what

Would happen if you

 Happened to step in

Unexpectedly for a coffee.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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