Waffle House, West Fillmore, April 2006
by Brock Jones
He says it’s his turn to pay
so I wait by the door
on the far side of a mid-morning
crowd of diners waiting for seats.
Music trickles from ceiling speakers
barely heard over voices and coffee spoons.
A bald cook taps the grill with a spatula
and wipes his neck.
A couple holds hands
across a table.
Markose, who kills himself in four months,
passes bills over a counter…Read more