Philosophy And Hot Dogs Poem by Allan Thorne

Philosophy And Hot Dogs

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A poem I found at a hotdog stand


It is nine thirty on a Sunday morning.
I go to Home Depot to buy a wrench.
On my way out I stop at the coffee stand.

The attendant is young, tall, and beautiful.

Me- “Is it too early for a hotdog? ”

Her- “Is it ever too early for a hotdog? ”

Me- “Well if they are still frozen, yes.”

Her- “It’s never too early for a hotdog.”

Me- “My god we are descending into philosophy and it isn’t even ten AM yet.”

Her- “It’s never too early for philosophy.”

Me- “It is usually to late.”

She hands me my hotdog and looks directly at me with unearthly pale blue eyes.

Her- “Do you know where the condiments are? ”

Me- “Yes I practically live here. My joke is that I am in an experiment to see if a human
can live on hotdogs alone. It’s for NASA, The Manned Mission to Mars.”

Her- “It seems to be working so far.”

Several minutes later, driving away, I think
If I were thirty years younger and a foot taller
I would be in love.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James B. Earley 12 September 2008

If this is perhaps a true story....then...there just might be...a depth of meaning... somewhere within...those last two lines! Methinks.

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Joseph Poewhit 01 September 2008

Don't forget the relish and mustars

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Allan Thorne

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