Fast Food at Midnight
A drunk comes into McDonald’s
staggers to the counter
is waited on by a young lady
who looks like his wife
years ago when he proposed.
Drunk says nothing, just stares,
mouth agape, until the
manager hustles forward,
sensing a sale
leans over the counter
says to the drunk,
“Want fries with her?”
- Donal Mahoney 2015
Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had poetry and fiction published in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his earliest work can be found at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/
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