Joe’s carving his egg in Bloomfield diner,
cutting away the circle around the yolk
of one egg.
One egg’s likely all this place had
to offer, a beat-up old house on the edge
of town which used to be just an old house
and now’s a beat-up short-order spot—
coffee, egg, bacon on the side
So I say to Joe,
What’s the deal with you trimming the egg circle,
eating away the rim?
Well, the yolk’s the moon.
If I spoon off the white ring,
put the moon on my toast,
I eat it whole.
Mike Lewis-Beck has a bio coming!