Coffee Shop Gang

Some mornings I stop at Tim Horton’s for coffee

       and whatever specials they happen to offer

           And there sit the men in rapt conversation

                 Of how both Bills and Sabres caused a sensation

Discussing the woes of Iran and Iraq,

      They huddle together like “rats in a pack”

          Their speech is all “macho” (they’re surely not ‘fem’),

               Yep, Frankie and Dino have nothing on them!

Near java and crullers askew at their table,

       I sneak in and eavesdrop as close as I’m able

            They’re talking of politics, football, and life,

                  but, never do I hear one mention his wife!

Who’s probably home doing beds or the dishes

       Or working at Walmart and saving for wishes

            For Paris or Rome, yes, she’s saving her pennies

                 (and probably settle for dinner at Denny’s)

To share with her man in great conversation

        As he shares with the ‘guys’ at Tim Horton’s station

            So to all breakfast widows, please take my advice

                 Try invading their turf like a squad labeled “vice”

Yes, hold onto your dreams of faraway places

         Of bullfights and cruises and bicycle races

             But join in the fun at their breakfast table

                 Of politics and Palin –we’ll show we’re quite able

To spout out the news from Afghanistan

         Of Russia and Poland, and even Sudan

             Then they’ll  bring  their wives to avoid any trouble

                    the tables  all  filled  -the happiness doubled!