Meet Son for Lunch

Meet Son for Lunch

I arrive early to order and pay
          Not like the old days
          When I used to pass this place
                    With empty pockets and
                    Six mouths to feed

I get our order early so
          We can talk for the full thirty minutes.
           I hope he knows how
                    The time he gives feeds me.

We have taken turns
          Being one another’s nightmare
          Now we are both trying
                    To turn a nightlight on provide a cup of water

We are sharing surprise at how
          Dry a workingman’s throat becomes
                    By noon


 LFM