If I Had a Greatest Hit, It Would Be This

At The Waffle House

Behold, I show you a mystery;
we shall not all sleep
but we shall all be changed
“— 1st Corinthians 15:51

Out of beer and out of time,
last call puts Tyler and I in a place
where mysterious blendings of caffeine and nicotine
work our Budweiser dulled brains awake,
where redneck jukeboxes full of whiskey voices
lament great losses of the true ones
and how we all get stomped
flatter than lonely Texas highways
complete with tumbleweeds and dust devils
simply by love.

So where are the rest of those Hank Williams poets
whose tears fall to the ground like rain
making puddles only bleary-eyed drunks
drinking their way through their blues can see?

When thy cup is empty, it shall be filled.
When she gets around to it and isn’t bellowing side orders
of bacon with those hash browns.

So go ye then on down to a place
where things somehow come to short order
in those small hours before dawn
through fogs of conversation
rambling through coffee steam
and cigarettes piling dead in testament
to a new faith healing
busted hearts in confirmation
that you will never be the same.

© 1997, 2008 Shawn Pavey

6 thoughts on “If I Had a Greatest Hit, It Would Be This

    • Thanks, Christian. If my schedule ever lets up, I’ll post some more things. I’m working on an essay about procrastination and the inspirational impact of a looming deadline, but I have to get this libretto written first.

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