Coney Waitress
by Michael Nowicki
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I can hear her sing
A song familiar to older men
As she pleases with her hot oatmeal
That is so much more than oats
And the meal that binds
Muscle to spirit
The song is in her slender arms
And her bright green eyes
The song is heroic and epic
And telling about life
In her trailer park
And her two sons from different men
But here the men sing back
And will not leave the stage of her life
This opera I witness every morning
Is as beautiful as a sunrise
That I see every morning
From the window of this Coney
As I leave I overhear for the first time
An older patron speak
"We are now a family"
To the waitress serving his table
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