Good Friday Diner
The Louisville Slugger has got his eyes on the highway and the motorcycle that is going get him out and up the Hudson I-9 he's just got to go down to Brooklyn and buy it and once it's bought the city will be left behind at least on some upcoming weekend when work is willing to let him get away we've got Friday morning Chinatown sit down after long subway rides the diner set thin as so many have already left for the three days the Easter Parade will be coming around the corner uptown Midtown somehow so much further from here then even our thoughts have let it fall in near miss forgetfulness Jesus will be risen with the spring once again there will be praise somewhere else In the meantime I'll make my way to City Hall to register as a reverend saver of souls or at least sealer of sacred vows the Louisville Slugger promises to hit the road and leave his Williamsburg pad behind forgetting the price of years lost for the gain of less and less he orders an omelet and I order a cheeseburger and fries to fortify myself for the bureaucracy to come I'll marry the moon to the sun on the East River shores and if time allows baptize the baptizers who will someday have their eyes on the profane heavens where the shooting stars fall in sin offering new possibilities as the hour comes to an end the Louisville Slugger leaves his breakfast unfinished with no love for the food that was once solid in bygone days before the era of organic egg whites and wheat toast without God given gluten his motorcycle waits so we pay then part with handshakes and sights on far different speedways to salvation
-John Greiner
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