Sunday

Straight back and to the left
Pick up those fucking eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-A-P-L-A-N for seven.

Order.

No, I'm sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?

Tension
I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread
Balance.

I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter.

Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools.

Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead they pay on.

Sunday...

For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea.

Forever...
In the blue, silver chromium diner.

Drips the green, orange, violet drool
From the fools
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee.

Light
And dark.

And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Bums.

People screaming for their toast
In a small SoHo cafe.

On an island in.

Two Rivers
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!

Brunch...