The Short Order Cook,
On Break, Sits by a Window,
Stares, Rubbing His Jaw
Morning Sunlight Falls
In A Single Bright Shaft and
His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow
A Small Sacrament
As If This Light Had Escaped
From Some Cathedral
The Short Order Cook,
On Break, Sits by a Window,
Stares, Rubbing His Jaw
Morning Sunlight Falls
In A Single Bright Shaft and
His Stained Chef’s Whites Glow
A Small Sacrament
As If This Light Had Escaped
From Some Cathedral