I wake up early to a tune so clear in my heart that sings, "it truly is the people in our lives", the ones that we're lucky enough to journey with and meet that make the treat and give the days the meat. I could drive away in a fancy car but if no one is laughing and wishing well in the mirror behind then why spend so much time on ticking land mines. All I'll ever hope to have is my memories, swept under the rug of my experience woven stream. Tumbling through and trying to sound out my boyhood dreams. What... the... what... is she saying to me. I can't hear because the materials are screaming so loud to "COME GET ME!" Be had! For gotten! All the shit you can't see is laughing at us scrambling to be heard. To-be-scene.<cut>
Sunny runs Lenox Fast Food breakfast spot in Central Harlem. He and his beautiful wife, And Fernando, Run the spot on Lenox Ave, Just below 143rd St. Next to a bar called 'A Touch of Dee'. They serve plates, Fried fish, Coffee with milk or half 'n' half only... And cheese grits. Everyone orders the cheese grits. I've never had them, But secretly, always want to try them. The waffles are toaster waffles, And come in 2 sizes: Regular and silver dollar. There are tins ready with butter, Prepped bacon, And these little metal bowls, That Fernando has on hand to mix your eggs. Which he folds with precision and skill. In the back of this narrow, Black-painted-walled hole in the wall (the kinda spot my Dad would love), On this block of Lenox Ave., There is a picture of Obama- maybe from 2008. On the wall next to the "If someone is choking" sign. Today a man, Much taller than me, With a smile and energy that could light up NY, A man who Sunny knew by name, Wa...
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