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At the Resto Depot
I was at Resto Depot today for
lunch. I had a miso noodle salad
with an Avacado scooped out with two
scoops of crunchy veggie or no veggie
balls . they had exquisite seasoning too.
There was much lettuce ,the noodles were cooked.
There was dried crisp tasty noodles ,thank you.
I drank a glass of water .This dish is
a subtle smooth aged single malt whiskey,
Hard to eat slowly -I ate it quickly.
Desert was a cup of cantaloup scoops .
Happiness is the circle of glad folk,
I sat with six in all three to me spoke.
First folk were two ladies a nice chat had,
Next dude ignored me I didn’t feel bad.
A dad and son next they ordered a meal ,
They ate quickly: lunch is a sweet deal .
One was a doctor offered free rub down,
I said I live in the far part of town.
Our chat was nice he got up and split,
Noise is an irritable dish : I sit.
Solitude is a silent street.3 bare seats
I was musing when to write my conceits.
Resto Depot a hip place to hang out
For the in-crowd to be without a doubt.
Could not write my poem -my time was up
I looked at my watch ;my ride picked me up .
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Larry mintz
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