Lunch Poem Alan S. Kleiman Poetry

local_library Lunch Poem

by Alan S. Kleiman

Published in Issue No. 240 ~ May, 2017

By 3:23 the light begins to fade
And that’s when I take late lunch.
I go to the food court
And find the stations with the least crowds
Where the food must be bad
Or out of fashion
Or maybe the price is $2 more
Than at the other stations.

I take a seat, a counter seat,
And read the sign board
Not knowing what anything means.
It is like in Petersburg trying to
Order Olivia Salad and learning it is as Greek as Greek Salad
Or Caesar
Names that must be learned. Hot Dog.

I don’t want to eat but am hungry.
The crowd, thin that it is, is young
Handsome and pretty, chic and cool.
I don’t fit in the place
I’m like a chaperone at the
Junior High Dance.

When I pick my meal to order
It is sold out.
“Would you like Mel Dubin Salad?” I’m asked.
Would you?



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Alan S. Kleiman is the author of GRAND SLAM, a Collection of Poems published by Crisis Chronicles Press. His poetry appears or is forthcoming in Yareah, Verse Wisconsin, The Criterion, Right Hand Pointing, Pirene’s Fountain, Stone Path Review, and Festival Writer. His poems are in anthologies published by Fine Line Press and Red Ochre Press and have been translated into Spanish, Russian, Polish, Norwegian, Danish and Ukrainian. He appeared at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts as a featured poet in the performing arts series. Alan lives in New York City and works as an attorney when not writing poems.