Woman on the Corner...

[Tiger the Lion]

Woman on the Corner Listening to an Old Man Babble

she smiles down at him
in his chair
 
gasping
through her nose

at every twist and turn
of his story--

she's got a booger like a bell end
and he won't stop talking

[Erthona]

Paul,

Is there something on your face?
Oh! It'snot.

Evidently a true recollection from an actual event.

It reminds me of the time I went to Gene's Hamburger place, a place I frequented often, until the serving woman came to the table with our orders with a big ole dried bugger hanging precariously out her nose. It was the last time I went to Gene's.
I never wrote a poem about it, I really don't know why!

Best

dale

[just mercedes]

I love this! 'a bell end' made me laugh

[nibbed]

This is a real life observance poem.This reminded me of our crossing guard who would get icicles dripping off his nose in the cold winter when he'd walk me across busy Warren Road. I would bring him hot chocolate because he didn't have to be there.