Blue Collar UFO
Outside,
a festive terrorist motorcade is streaming
A
spaceman passes the ketchup at the diner counter
exemplar
of 20th Century urban industrial design
and
an ugly duckling modulates the turning situation
The
waitresses smile, reciting today’s specials
A
silver glow from the alien calms the clientele
who
laugh and banter - glad of a new day breaking
Country
Elvis croons Moody Blue on the jukebox
Next
to his coffee cup sits the spaceman’s Orb
radiant
and mesmerizing it whirs, barely audible
Muh-muh-muh-Moody
Blue, opines Elvis from the past
Ho-ho,
those terrorists! I think. What’s
next?
Diner
aromas call tantalizingly to my empty stomach
By
night, the saucer landed in the parking lot
its
reassuring warmth draws appreciative customers
high
school students, garden clubs and union reps
Terrorists
pass and smile beneath their hate flags
Pilgrims
and Werewolves have arrived on a tour bus
At
a table, a paint crew orders hot cakes and coffee
I’m
so glad I came to this planet
says the spaceman
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