rifle me up some breakfast

the piano stumbled to a halt like a fallen horse.

the room got quiet.

she walked over, pad and pen ready,

with a lift of her eye

shot me the glance

i didn't pause, i let her have it:

2 up, rye toast;

i sat still, mouth closed after that.

she asked, no potatoes, bacon or pie?

i held the reins tight, my coach on course.

coffee me, please.

"What about fresh, smoking, cherry pie

warm out of the oven?"

she gave me that smile she was known for,

and nodded.

"not today, Mandy. as curly your hair,

as bright is your smile,

i'm holding...i'll play these, thank you."

and the piano started up again,

chatter all over, plates clinked,

chairs squeaked and movement

burst out everywhere.

hospital lobby

in the lobby i met another jack,
a hospital volunteer, he began talking to me;

explained, because he hit his head

and can't remember names, his wife left him.

i told Jack he'd probably remember my name.

(i wanted him to feel better so i didn't tell him

he probably wouldn't remember my face.)

every few minutes he told me about banging his head

while having fun playing the Rascals and the Turtles on his phone.
i wanted to read my book but he
held the music coming out of his phoneclose to my face.
i pulled back to focus my eyes on the phone,

but he said there was nothing to read on the phone.

i had to listen to the music.

he asked if i liked the rascals and the turtles

and i said "i think i did fifty years ago,  i don't remember."

Jack said they are his favorite groups.
they still are.
he saw them in concert.

only three of us were in the lobby.

a thin, slight, 20 year old roofer

moved closer to us to be nearer the festivities.

he wore old, worn, jeans,
no socks or shoes.

i first noticed him because he had, "no shirt?"

said he "got soaked."

a half-hour before it rained a storm's worth in five minutes.
i told him we were both named jack and asked his name,
i don't remember his name,
maybe the other jack does.

i asked why he's in hospital.

said, "a lump on my knee is getting larger...

insurance expires in two days."

seasonal winds

500 reports of tornadoes in the last thirty days in the U.S.

i hope my Kansas family ducked trouble.

yesterday Ohio had 4 tornadoes...

we've 64 to 75 Fahrenheit cool.

another thing: i have to look up

how to spell Fahrenheit every time.

it is the practically silent first h i forget about.

now the more i say it, it louder it gets.

Fah-ren-heit. Fah, Fah, Fahrenheit.

still cool, talking weather,

running out of May.

run, run, running is no problem, uh spelling.

also, summer will get here, just saying.

and, think two h's in Fahrenheit.

tension for the fans

a cold rainy night

went to bed early

heard in the morning

indians squeezed by boston

broken protocol

trains, as i've previously mentioned,

sound off when passing  through our town:
the sequence you hear is a
long, long, short long.

i've heard the train go by all my life,

today six shorts, a pause, 2 shorts

reviving the old time: shave and a haircut, two bits.

someone thought this funny,
a celebration of Memorial Day;

an offense to train protocol.

never heard it before,

hope i never do again.

i'm serious about trains.

a coffee aday

when i today sure searched finding

how coffee from drinking

is positine or negathon.

then reviewed my life and pal coffee,

to sit and have a cup.

to know by remembering seemed better than google,

as amn't in the state of complete burn out

from too much coffee, for sure.

get ready for this.

for can find not finding

no coffee they say,

no sleep, harm, harming

no cream so that's an okay.

no fat here, just a buzz;

knock yourself out.

poeming

I.

oh, coffee, please yes, starting with coffee.

thank you. nice to see you.

is this seat taken? well, heh heh,

yes, i'm sitting here.

   ...

you're my what?

i mean, no kidding...
   ...

sure i do.

that's right. i wouldn't forget.

you've got that look about you.

say, while we're talking,

you know i received emails about new books,

you know how many?
right, nod your head, mega plenty. plentissimo.

titles more than i can handle

coffee i can handle, you were ready weren't you.
thank you.

sure i know you.

II

rhythm and rhyme

poems take time.

no doubt, take them out,

shake 'em like a rug.

until they shine.

going to make it mine,

before i give it away.