For Lenette

For Lenette

Big Ed of Big Ed’s drives a big Hummer now.
Down-home antique kitchen supplies hang over
serious conversations: it’s interracial in a downtown
southern redneck way. Walked by this place seven
years without stopping in. Eight waitresses smoke,
waiting for the lunch crowd. A forty-year-old with
tight braids down her T-shirt, bouncing horse-like
in the light that pushes between moving legs, and
customers who openly defy non-existent tobacco
ordinances too, but no one cares or notices except the
pen-pusher plonked in the corner. Braided lady
adjusts her chest by loosening her shirt from her
pants. Does it matter that some pretentious wanna-be
from the factory is more proud of his security badge
than a Cherokee warrior would be, returning from battle
victorious? Big Ed’s sign says, “no checks, no credit
cards,” hence the Hummer. What matters here is a
respite for the homeless. A five dollar warm up
in January, full of info, like “it’ll be fifteen minutes
before we start lunch, you want to wait?” Yep, he’ll
sit in a comfortable chair, pondering how to spend
street-hustled change for some time before deciding
what to eat. Gentle respect and hard work gain large
nods from the spirits floating in bedecked open rafters.



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