POEM - Meet me at the Waffle House, Girl

Driving out at lunch

Heading to the Used Bread Store

I saw a woman walking

She seemed happy to be walking

In the middle of a big city

Dragging a large gray suitcase

It seemed odd to me

There was no bus stop

She was otherwise alone

But she was heading somewhere

Getting away from a certain place

The place where the suitcase hides

Today the suitcase was free

Once again filled with supplies

For adventure and wandering

Then I saw evidence of further migration

There was another woman walking

Almost identical to the first

Except her friendly suitcase was maroon

I caught sight of her just in time

Inches from heading into the Waffle House

I admit I was more than a little jealous

Of the two women

With large suitcases

Jealous on several counts

Firstly, they were going to eat

At one of my favorite diners

I could almost taste the pecan waffles

Cheese eggs covered in Tabasco

Raisin toast slathered in apple butter

And then they were leaving

But they weren't heading home

They were leaving to a different place

And it must have been worth it

You don’t just drag two huge suitcases

Big enough to take up a whole booth

Into Waffle House for lunch

Unless you are going someplace special

Some Fridays are like that

Wings begin to itch and ruffle

So you call your friend

Pack your suitcase

Eat some waffles

Fly away, fly away, fly away