Two of us went out, ate junk food,
drank hot liquids, flapped our gums, then left.
It was a spacious, clean, friendly place
offering coffee and munchies.
The cafe was a hangout for university tadpoles
fascinated by high tech gadgets. It is not
ideal for a food-loving senior's gang
unless they crave jungle java or
atomic portions of sugar buns.
The manager was polite and well spoken,
though a little unsure how to treat old folks.
The teen servers viewed us as cuddly stuffed toys.
Everyone stared at our walkers and thought
they were a far out, super-radical go-kart.
© 2011 Peter Letendre
No comments:
Post a Comment