Friendly Conversation
November 8th, 2014
Jason Murray
the grocery store is full of people
all bustling and hurrying trying
to get the things for tonights dinner
boxes and cans and frozen food
very little of it will take care and
love to prepare for themselves, others
The endless rows and stacks of shiny fruit
the carefully stacked rows of Kale and
lettuce and cabbage and carrots and potatoes
the meat all cut and prepared and laid out
with the reverence, the seriousness of a
well made brick wall all facing the same way
I am here as well to get my dinner tonight
I wait my turn at the butcher counter
to get my eight short ribs, bone and fat and meat
then on to produce as I pick out onions and garlic
and rutabaga and beets and carrots and potatoes
all stacked in my cart with the wine and the beer
An elevator to my car and then careful drive home
the puppy sitting on my arm to see out the window
rocking car as I enter the driveway careful not
to hit the hedge to hard, small scratches evidence of
past encounters and I am home, is this home
the kitchen is not mine, the house doesn't always feel
The orange Le Crueset pan sits on matching flame
the oil inside heating until almost smoking
I drop the ribs in one by one the sound of the meat
as it hits the oil satisfying to me, the initial smell
feels a little bitter, a little off but as the heat does
its job the smell becomes one of familiarity and comfort
The potatoes are roasted, the beets have been diced
the wine is poured and friends sit comfortably
plates balanced on laps Coltraine, and Miles, and Adderly
playing on the radio, trumpets going up and down
the drums in time to our flashing forks as we eat
the wine replenished when our glasses are empty
Late, too late we sit into the night seeing midnight
come and go and passing by one o'clock as well
I drift as they continue talking the familiar smells and sounds
of friendship and conversation lulling me and the beer
and the wine drugging me they stay on talking
as I and the children drift off to sleep.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
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