Maynard Hartman

A Dreadful Luncheonette - Poem by Maynard Hartman

Can you smell the diesel…even the bus chokes.
Ice cream melts…it’s the bus stop way;
a sweltering, stinking summer’s hot day

That bitch is crazy, she don’t know those birds
are intent on her lunch. It’s an economic crunch.
Or a pigeon politic.

She balances on her hip,
a ‘have a nice day’ umbrella,
then uses it to drive home her point.

Back off fella, I’m trying to tell ya,
those birds are mine.

I’ve been feeding them a long, long time,
and I intend to dine.
Just me...and this bottle of two-dollar wine.

Comments about A Dreadful Luncheonette by Maynard Hartman

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: crazy, summer, home, time

Poem Submitted: Monday, September 29, 2003

Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  9. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]