Waffle House Road Blues From The Inside

Waffle House Road Blues From The Inside

by Sam Sutlive 9p.m. Dec. 28, 2013

Pourin rain,

Lights flashin,

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:

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4 thoughts on “Waffle House Road Blues From The Inside

    • Dear eloquentdeviance,
      I am glad you took the poem well, since you used to work at Waffle House.
      I hope in reality you had a good experience.
      Regards,
      Sam Sutlive.

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