A 2-STAR REVIW
Black and bitter,
she fills my cup
with liquid luck,
chancing a smile
at the grey haired
loner slouching by the bar,
staring into his mug
like a kingfisher
watching a pond,
opportunity like
a six-inch trout,
slippery and elusive.
Here, in this 2-star diner,
hope is hard to come by,
and fate, like an empty plate,
is only a reminder
of what could've been—
like wishing runny eggs
were a plate of T-bone steak.Purchase The Wounded Monk