Written in real time with changes as the scene unfolded


Monday Morning On The Road

Eats
Cafe curtains too short
red letherette chairs around black tables
Windows looking at angle parked pickups
The walls lined with almost good amateur oils
And lamps that don't quite fit
Each with a dangling Easter egg

Retirees sit in their predicted table
Back from Florida over fed
Talk of turkeys deer and spring
No hurry watching life fade to black

Young guys in faded clean
Carharts ball caps boots
Loud with laughs the day
Still joyful with promise

Old farmers that don't any longer
Linger over coffee
Their rented fields
Funding Their day

She's a big farm girl
In Yoga pants runners
And j c penny top
Tummy bulging over her apron
Slow to move but a smile
a mug of coffee
And a Howdy with laughing eyes

So it goes on Monday morning
On Main Street
Anywhere in farm country.



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-07 at 13:56

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I'm sure I've been in that very same greasy-spoon. I agree with all the previous comments. Very real and very immediate.
2015-04-09


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Yeah, pretty much.
2015-04-08


Anly Stede The PoetBay support member heart!
Words fail me! This is absolutely beautiful poetry. Skill and wisdom smack me in the face when I read this, I hope you don't mind my saying. Keep posting as I am completely mesmerized and I want to read more, much more from you!
2015-04-08


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You paint the scene beautifully for those of us who have not seen it :)
2015-04-08


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a familiar scene. It evokes a "what if" feeling, what if life could really be this uncluttered. Not simple, but more simple than it has become.

In my world I would have written the third stanza more like this:

Young guys in faded filthy
Carhartts ball caps boots
Mope sullenly the day
Still looming heavily

I enjoyed the latest installment of our sea-faring adventure. I apologize for not commenting, but I read it, and was there with you.

Slightly seasick,
jim
2015-04-08


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You set a scene Joe, I picture something that is probably derived from watching films, yet we do have scenes like that here in Europe, some of the sleepy villages where everyone is into your business and the sturdy girls

Elle x
2015-04-07


countryfog
What a vivid scene Joe . . . more clearly drawn than any picture, though if it were a painting it would be Norman Rockwell. Your details are exactly right.

Unfortunately, here, it is becoming a scene harder to find each year, fewer fields each year, though I can drive from here through three hours north and still find them in all the little towns still surrounded by farms. I hope they are still around when my young grandchildren are old enough to experience them and know how precious they are.
2015-04-07