Weather Permitting 

The grey clouds have been hanging plump and low in the sky since this morning. 

Had to wait over 3 hours for the storm to hit. 

Thunder, lightening, wind and rain. 

A mother and daughter in Mississippi, trapped in their scrap metal trailer, found dead this morning. 

Nothin personal. Just hope it doesn’t happen here.

I take refuge in a diner, order coffee, no cream, no sugar and an All the Way Deluxe Cheeseburger with Fries.

Some loud lady is looking at a quiet man. She’s saying, “Ketchup. I want ketchup.”

I sip hot liquid from a ceramic cup and I open my Get Rich Quick workbook to the page promising I can “make $1,000 today.”

I look out the window just as several pages of a newspaper flap and float across the parking lot.

I take a fry and dip it into the mustard puddle on my plate. 

I think, “Three. Three hundred would suit me fine.”

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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2 Responses to Weather Permitting 

  1. elvagreen123 says:

    Hi!!. I just made a payment to keep my internet connection going. I told the guy “now I’m really broke”; he said “join the club.” I’m thinkin’ “ok, there’s a club.” Does that make me feel better or worse? I love French fries. Stay dry.

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