Ten Minute Tuesday: Writing Prompt

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Advice From a Father
How do you flirt with a waitress?
You learn their names:
Julie
Karen
Katy
Jill
Leanne.
You tell silly jokes and pass on compliments;
ask for something special,
and leave a good tip.
How do you flirt with a waitress?
You remember her name:
Julie
Karen
Katy
Jill
Leanne
Until they know who you are
and you introduce them to your
children and friends
at 
Lyons
at Denny’s
at Coco’s Coffee Shop.

How do you spend time?
You put kids in the car with walkmans and
your audio book on cassette,
and you drive the long drive;
wind through empty country roads.
You drive a long drive
up swirling, twirling mountain roads;
no destination in mind.
How do you lose track of time?
You drive the long drive and
you stop at the gas station on the mountain highway
and
buy
chocolate sodas and
potato chips for your girls.
You drive a long drive
down swirling, twirling mountain roads;
down empty country roads,
arriving home in the dark.

How do you love technology?
You read and read
and you buy and you buy:
new TV’s
new fangled PDA’s,
the first best flat screen,
high definition.
How do you love new technology?
You read and buy
and share the wares:
John Sontra specials!
Who has a John Sontra TV?
Nine out of ten family and friends raise their hands.
Who has a John Sontra Dvd Player?
A computer? 
A cell phone?
And Hands raise and raise.
How do you flirt with a waitress,
now with granddaughters at your side?
You learn their names:
Julie
Karen
Katy
Jill
Leanne.

How do you flirt with the nurses before you die?
You learn their names and tell them silly jokes.
Julie
Karen
Katy
Jill
Leanne.

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One thought on “Ten Minute Tuesday: Writing Prompt

  1. Beautiful! You captured his essence in a perfect way…. Everything in this poem is a snipit of the true “him”… The real John Sontra as I knew him over the years, and this is the best way I have seen it expressed… You father was so proud of you and your sister…I know in my heart he would be in tears right now, reading this… If you feel any raindrops on your face today, in this 100+degree weather, it is your father reading this tribute.

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