Tell Me More Poetry by Nancy Duci Denofio

BRANDYWINE DINER 1963 Retake from the 50's



Neon lights flash
off and on
creating color on pure
white skin.

Bob Dylan PLAYING ON the
Jute box, inside a
small – world - of a diner…

Out side ears are as deaf as the
man laying on his horn,
no one moves…

“The Times They Are A Chang’in.”

A finger feels a slit in red upholstery
“Imagine” the person who carried the knife.

It’s three o`clock
on a Sunday morning.
a curtain of smoke creates a crown
above the head of a girl buried into the
armpit of a long haired hippie.

A man, wearing
black leather
boots, fringe hanging
from the bottom of his jacket,
from his sleeve,

Entered through the front
door - held open with a rock -
deathly hot…

He grabs the waitress
motioning - where he will sit,
She watches as he thrusts
his body forward,
struts past the girl smoking
while hugging an armpit, chewing
a wad of gum.
She looks up, her face tells him -
she is upset, interrupting Bob Dylan

He winks at another girl, one holding
the wrong side of her cup, he takes a deep breath
And the girl with her drags on her cigarette.

Another drag, and follows the man with
inviting eyes.

He strips his jacket, hangs it
inside-out above his head on a metal

hook. Slips easily into the booth
and restlessly taps the formica table.

Protruding from his leather jacket, a handle of
a knife.

Fingers caress the slit, deeper now.

Neon lights of red splash color on the
table-top.
The woman with her slinky walk slides gently
into the booth, she offers him a salem.
He reaches for his jacket pulling out a
Match.

The folk song "Jesse" blares from the
jute box.

Nancy Duci Denofio
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