Belt Lines #41
Saturday Luncher, Jerry
Baby Boomer, drinker of hefty cocktails
Ash hair inherited from his ad-man father?
He’s a stroller. If parking’s not handy he will not hike.
Enthusiastically, “I’ll come every week and bring friends.
You’ll be the post luncheon entertainment.”
He doesn’t, he doesn’t disappoint.
I was one week’s distraction,
Not a weekly commitment,
a poetical bite, not an epic banquet.
His choice for dining has been serving for 87 years,
An Atlanta institution
I’m new, a 16 month landscape recitation.
As read to me by Lee Butler, aka Bardess of the Beltline. You can find her with a new poem every Saturday, rain or shine, on the Beltline at the North Ave overpass from 1:00 to 3:00pm…between Kroger and Ponce City Market. She is a retired high school English teacher and this is her way of giving back to the city of Atlanta. Her works are her own. Not political, nor religious. So take a moment to stop and listen.