Praying For Potatoes
Standing on this corner with a tooth pick in my ear when along came this preachers kid, wearing a pork pie hat praying for potatoes
“Potatoes” I exclaimed,what will you do if you get them? Ha! She shouted and handed me a five pound bag of Brooklyn’s best spuds.
Imeadiatly I crossed the street becoming a Zen monk meditating on the question of starch.
I was Interrupted by an abbot wearing a pork pie hat who told me I was grasping at illusions, then handed me a frying pan as she showed me the door.
Outside and owl sitting on a pork pie hat gave me directions along with two cans of Sterno and a stick of butter.
I found my way to a cardboard city full of hungry people, opened the Sterno and fed the masses with just five pounds of potatoes.
Make mine French a voice commanded from the either, I looked up to see Lou Reed wearing a pork pie hat handing out bottles of ketchup.
I’m back on this corner outside a store that sells only, pork pie hats, I’ve got a suitcase in my hand waiting for the bus then off to the Midwest to plant potatoes.
I never got enlightened but I found the eyes to see what was in front of me. And there will always be a pork pie hat watching my back.