Listen :: The Mr. T Experience :: Another Yesterday
Denny’s: 2:37 am:
sits at the counter nursing
a cup of coffee, flirting
with the young waitresses.
Two girls walk to the bathroom
hair disheveled and makeup
sweat-smeared, after a night
at the only dance club in town.
The booths in the back are joined
together. Kids with green, pink,
orange hair, mohawks and liberty spikes
wear hoodies and leather jackets covered
in patches and pins, sit shoulder to
shoulder around the tables. Shout over
one another, laughing.
In the corner, a couple
is making out. Her black
wavy hair covers both their
faces. A punk
Get a room.
The girl whips
her head to the side,
my back against a window, dirty Converse sticking out
into the aisle. I remember when that was you
and your friends, the waitress throws her head
in the punks’ direction.
I nod as she refills my coffee.