mhall46184@aol.com
April, 2013
Court Day
So sullenly he sneers and slouches there
Behind a menu that he will not readHis mother smiles apologetically
And orders milk and cereal for him
He sulks beneath his franchise baseball cap
And grunts into a little plastic boxThen shoves it back into his pressed knee-pants
His mother smiles apologetically
tips
apologetically
pays
apologetically
The waitress with her chalice takes communion ‘round
Refills the cups at each creaky tableNewspaper stories, what is this world coming to,
Bacon and eggs, toast, orange juice, refills, life
Beyond the misted glass the old court house
Begins to take the early morning lightLike an old man taking his first cup of the day
Having another go at civilization
A rural Thomas More parks his old truck
This Chaucerian sergeant of the lawWill plead the usual catalogue of not-his-faults
The lad will smirk and feign apologies
The creaky tables of the ancient laws
To be served with irrelevant customThe lad asks for change for the Coke machine
His mother yields
apologetically
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