Waffle House Road Blues From The Inside
by Sam Sutlive 9p.m. Dec. 28, 2013
You go there.
Not much fun,
No buddy’s there,
You chat with the waitress.
You chat with the waiter.
You sit there with your big mug of coffee wishing it was beer.
Realizing coffees better.
You got that important document on the table staring at you.
It’s the third day but
You ignore it,
Knowing you have to work on it.
Wait another hour.
Hope someone comes in.
Hope someone you know comes in.
Sit there thinking about all the Yesterdays,
And I can’t get out of this faze
The funk that’s driven me is the funk that’s pullin me down.
Just sitin here waitin…
Poem was/is inspired by judahandherlions‘(her blog post name)) post: “Waffle House Road Blues” Selfie: