waitress poems

Monday, November 21, 2005



A man who wobbles through town
in a bike filched from your childhood
a wooden crate affixed to the back fender
containing an old toothbrush, a plastic
fork and spoon, a pair of heavy gloves...
Stenciled across the back
of his army jacket,
a bright script: JESUS LOVES YOU!
wavers in the rain.

A woman in a purple jogging suit,
dark tendrils
inked across her face like tears...
She left home twenty minutes ago
thinking she could run all the way back
to the house of her youth
and everything would be in place:
her favorite tree, the swing out back,
the face in a silver hand mirror
aslant on her bureau.

3.& 4.
Two men bent in supplication
as they lug the day’s supply of beer
back to the Blue Water Motel
where they’ve been camping out for cheap
in the off-season...Taking
the unexpected, the unstoppable,
the lacerating as their due,
they bow their heads to the rain
and continue their blind walk home.

And you--yes, you!
the one who thought
it would be a good morning to walk
to the library, believing as you do
that words will save you
if only you can find the right ones...
But instead, you find yourself
out here in the rain
with a man who carries everything
he needs in a crate,
with the drunks who transport
their daily despair
in a sodden cardboard box,
with a woman who holds
the unforgettable secret of her youth
in the breast pocket
of a purple nylon jacket.


  • These five short poems fill my mind with ideas and I really appreciate the various ways in which you allow the key images to generate importance greater than the sum of their parts. Very thought-provoking and enjoyable!

    By Blogger Stranger Ken, at 2:51 PM  

  • Patry, what I admire about this is the way you not only describe in concrete life-giving detail, but you expand with personal motivations that bring the characters to life. And I never question how you know these things because you make it all entirely plausible.

    By Blogger MB, at 8:16 AM  

  • Very nice snapshots of life, mingling excellent descriptions with deeper meanings.

    By Blogger Anna Piutti, at 8:37 AM  

  • facets of the same pic
    i loved this

    By Blogger floots, at 10:32 AM  

  • Yet again you paint a vivid picture, what I love about your poems is the chance to see anothers world through your eyes

    By Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson, at 11:03 AM  

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    By Blogger Anna Piutti, at 2:28 AM  

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    By Blogger Anna Piutti, at 2:30 AM  

  • Thank you, Patry. I'm glad you liked my poem "Breakfast". I guess it would be safer for me to eat that one orange raher than an actual one...I'm allergic to citric acid...ahah!

    By Blogger Anna Piutti, at 2:31 AM  

  • Splendid! Thank you. :)

    By Anonymous Sara, at 9:32 AM  

  • caught in rain

    I wish to be caught in rain
    To feel the first gentle drizzle
    Then to experience the heavy pour
    Let everything to slung into me
    As the rainfall wets everything it touch

    By Blogger iamnasra, at 9:43 AM  

  • I can feel these people Patry.
    Wonderfully evocative!

    By Blogger Marewheeee, at 9:30 AM  

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    By Blogger Eaton Bennett, at 7:05 PM  

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