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Staff meals :
restaurant quality, low prices
gratitude would have been expected,
like hell.
Never enough
always not first choice
well, the patients have priority – screw them.

Payment supposed to,
but difficult to extract.
Dodges, there were so many
the honesty box that wasn’t –
wallets left at home
shortage of funds.
It got to the point pique became irrelevant
like a radio not properly tuned, for so long
crackle is no longer heard.
Still, I listened for anything original, never expecting to
until a large man running to fat
came in one day and said he must owe quite a bit for meals
and
would I take a cheque.
Surprise was surprised
and turned to banter which asked if he had any ID
“ I’ve got a tattoo …I’ll show you later.”

Author:

Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.