Pancake Heaven
In pancake heaven
the waitress smiles
like you’re the only one
while a homemade mix
of bygone music plays:
Louis Armstrong,
Lady Day, blazing.
Coffee arrives in
its own sweet time
pancakes too
golden brown
buttered and beautiful,
thirsting for syrup
like me.
Irving Barry
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