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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Tom Russell

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Breakfast At Babe's

I saw a waitress sitting on a table,
sewing a customer's order
on his blue tie with red thread.
The smell of thick-sliced bacon and coffee
permeated the dimly lit room.
In another corner of the cafe a dominatrix
in full regalia sat in a booth, her left leg resting
on the seat on the other side of her table.
Her injured knee had a large bag of ice on it.
She gulped a double shot of bourbon and ordered
the piano player to sing for another. Instead
he used a stage whisper and the bartender
smiled like an ancient tortoise as he reached
for a clean glass.