Poetry: Jack + Judy

Jack + Judy
–Doreen Fitzgerald
From Cake: Select­ed Poems

She was stuck on him like a three-cent stamp
on a post­card show­ing a road­side diner
shaped like a hat;
stuck like a stool on a chrome stem
wait­ing to swiv­el a customer,
or the naked thigh on a sum­mer day
cling­ing to the vinyl seat.

He could read her like a two-bit cook
reads a scrib­bled order
jammed on a spike,
flut­ter­ing under the greasy fan;
like egg on a fork between the tines,
or a hot beef sand­wich between the teeth.

Togeth­er, they’re wait­ing on the night,
halfway between Peo­ria and Baton Rouge,
where the word OPEN, in red block letters,
hangs under the words, EAT HERE,
spelled out in per­fect blue.

Cur­rent Mood: 😉naughty
Cyn is a proud Mommy & Mémé, professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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