Breakfast Dates with the BFF

The bff = http://danismetime.blogspot.com/

BREAKFAST 2 DAYS AGO...
6:43a.m. Snooze,
6:48a.m. Snooooze,
7:16a.m, “Ok, let's do this.”

Stylin'? Attempted.
Comfy? Check.
Bug-eyed shades to mask lingering sleepiness that won’t wash away.

Cozily-warm morning sun,
Sporadic drafts of breeze.
Thru the driver's side I crawl into the faithful boat-on-wheels.

Random conversation.
Yesterday’s gossip.
Boys, girl toys, last night’s joys, “oh shit – where are we eating?”

San Francisco Bread Company.
Suffocating stench of healthy living,
Baking breads, freshly brewed coffee - enough to lose the sunshades.

Focaccia, pesto chicken,
Sundried tomatoes, melted cheese.
Flavor-bomb rockets me across the Atlantic to the boot..fantastico!

Back to Arkansas.
Iced lemon-water,
The shade’s shield slowly surrendering to carmelize my exposed skin.

To cheat, a cookie.
Crawl back in.
Vamped for hours of unnecessary yet therapeutic shopping.

AND BREAKFAST TODAY...
6:43a.m. Snooze.
6:48a.m. Off.
Text msg at 7:53am “will be there in 30 mins.”

Stylin’? NOT!
Comfy? Sole mission.
Bug-eyed shades to mask lingering sleepiness that won’t wash away.

Cozily- warm morning sun,
Sporadic drafts of breeze.
Thru the driver's side I crawl into the faithful boat-on-wheels.

Random conversation.
Yesterday’s gossip.
Boys, girl toys, last night’s joys, “oh shit – where are we eating?”

Waffle House.
Invigorating essence of grease,
Sizzling sausage patties, hash browns - enough to lose the sunshades.

Chocolate chip n pecan waffle.
Not Canadian maple syrup,
Flavor-bomb as sinfully good as last night’s fête pour deux.

I am in Arkansas.
Inaudible twang n slang.
Across, fella fixin his britches. Behind, jukebox of music I ain never heard.

Manual credit card machine.
Ballooned from one waffle.
The only thing I’m good for is a recovery nap from a fulfilling morning.

x
Mel