artsfartsyjanet
09-10-2002, 07:21 AM
A Hero's Epitaph
Twenty minutes after the hour
the off duty fireman, a regular--
tall, stoic, dusty blond.
A hero in his own right
stood in front of the counter.
Looking away from my pre-algebra,
in response to his shadowy presence,
I immediately sought his call-in
order of cashew chicken... his favorite,
along with beef with broccoli and rangoons.
The register rang with
the pull of a lever, and there--
a check staring at me in the face....
"No checks accepted sir," I said.
I thought he would know by now.
I explained as an intelligent
eleven year old would.
"We've been receiving faulty checks."
"So," pointing to the handwritten sign,
"we can't accept your check."
Turning away to the door,
my hero tells me:
"Go back to China where you came from!"
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Sep 15 2002, 09:07 AM-->
Twenty minutes after the hour
the off duty fireman, a regular--
tall, stoic, dusty blond.
A hero in his own right
stood in front of the counter.
Looking away from my pre-algebra,
in response to his shadowy presence,
I immediately sought his call-in
order of cashew chicken... his favorite,
along with beef with broccoli and rangoons.
The register rang with
the pull of a lever, and there--
a check staring at me in the face....
"No checks accepted sir," I said.
I thought he would know by now.
I explained as an intelligent
eleven year old would.
"We've been receiving faulty checks."
"So," pointing to the handwritten sign,
"we can't accept your check."
Turning away to the door,
my hero tells me:
"Go back to China where you came from!"
<!--EDIT|artsfartsyjanet|Sep 15 2002, 09:07 AM-->