Breakfast at Bobbie McGee’s, Life Options

[Arnfinn]

A few weeks ago Pam and I spent a few days in Canberra. Our venue for breakfast was the hotel’s restaurant, Bobbie McGee’s. One morning whilst we were eating breakfast I noticed a puny macho business man sitting at a table on my left. Later a stunning young redheaded woman sat opposite the man, who was obviously a company executive.



Breakfast at Bobbie McGee’s

He sat on the other side,
though his head was somewhere
between the third button on her
green blouse and half parted pink lips.

A red headed beauty;
a babe crawling amongst old growth—
next weeks work performance topic
around a company board table.

She, at her plate,
Green eyed, neck flounced ringlets,
shaped white linen from waist to knee.
Unpainted fingers cuddling curved
handles.

He mouthed sideways,
phone mid shoulder and ear: expression
for impression— mind on the evenings
project. He winked and gave a sickly
smile.

Arnfinn

[Guest_Gregory_*]

John, I was a little harsh I admit with my crit
but to set a standard high means not to comfort
and to set a standard low would not fit.

You may be no prince Hamlet, no Eliot
but to set your standard high would better sit
the aspiring poet than the retiring poet.

I knew what you were trying with this lark
and yet I have confidence you could describe
the tree and not the bark, make something of your scribe

and that is not to say that you did not
do the best you could, this is no job
but at best a fun and fantastic plot, I 'aint no snob

and would be pleased to be your friend
as long as you accept that in the end
I will crit your work, not you, as I can only comprehend

that which I know, which is your poem
I know nothing else about you being at home
and not in yours, and I say let your imagination roam

I'll never crit that, but I may say what I think is flat
although I may be wrong at that
I am never wrong to believe you might be better for it

and one day maybe write like like Mr Eliot!

Cheers, Gregory