Molly Sue

Sunday morning
windy, dark
sleeping here
in the park,
On some old
concrete slab
all-in-all
not that bad,

Night was clear
stars were bright
wasn’t mugged
so that’s all right,
Greasy spoon
open at five
I’ll be there
still alive,

This cup of coffee
tastes divine
steak and eggs
in due time,
Waitress’ name
is Molly Sue
she asks me what
it is I do,

The place empty
just her and me
and the cook
who we can’t see,
She fills my cup
and flirts a bit
her waitress dress
is one tight fit,

Some cop comes in
sits in the corner
she fills his cup
then some stoner,
Appears and orders
toast and eggs
as I watch
Molly’s legs,

She tells me she
works through noon
which will not
come too soon,
I tell her I
have no firm plans
in this desert
of shifting sands,

We agree
on two p.m.
to see each other
again,
What will happen
after that?
like pulling cards
from a hat,

Molly Molly
Molly Sue
a mystery
I have no clue,
A bed much softer
then old concrete
a long hot shower
can’t be beat,

I spend the night
and several more
back to the diner
back for more,
Hot black coffee
steak and eggs
newfound respect
for Molly’s legs