they replaced him with
a rotating cast of generic
brunette, buzz-cut co-hosts.
Different each day.
In the morning
when my glasses are smudged over
with a mist of sweat and rain,
I squint at the tiny ten inch
television propped up at the end
of my diner's counter and try to
determine that day's buzz-cut.
I think today was Demrot Mulroney,
or Dylan McDermott, or
Marmot DcDermdry...
Luckily, a timely egg sandwich
kept me from thinking on it too long.
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