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Hoboken Saturday

Richard K. Williams

In the Elysian café
My son and I are at the bar
When in come a half dozen
Soulless yuppie scum
Being as loud and obvious
As the lack of talent and plot
In an Ashton Kutcher film
The alpha male, with
More product in his hair
Then brains to rest beneath it
Constantly fingering his cell phone
Proving he has no penis
Babbling obnoxiously in yuppie speak;
Blah blah blah
Park Avenue
Blah blah blah
Plaza Hotel
Blah blah blah
Rose petals all over the room
Oh god, please make him shut up soon

While a few miles away
In Union City on 6th Street
A mini van with three rows of seats
Double parks, the doors fly open
Allowing a group of Hasidim in
They move quickly
But the city’s impatience is quicker
Horns begin to blare
Then, someone shouts from their car
“Hey! Move that Fucking Jew canoe!”
Reminding us that; cities create pressure
Perhaps, but anger and bigotry thrive un-aided

But back at the café Elysian
I spot the manager
She is as lovely as I remember
Skin the color of caramel
A strong jaw line that
Sharply runs back
To a graceful neck; she is Helen of Troy

Because I’m a few beers in I
Tell her I think she’s beautiful
As I return to my stool
My son is shaking his head
But I remind him that
Beauty should never
Go unrecognized
And telling someone
You think they are beautiful
Over a few beers
With your cherished offspring
Is a much better way
To spend a Saturday
Than annoying other patrons
With your loud pointless boasting
Or screaming racial slurs at innocents
And who knows?
Maybe she’s the whole reason
For this poem



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