We speak today of turkeys
Lyrics of fowl and hurt
Over a warm cup of coffee
And a piece of breakfast dessert.

We laugh that the cash is lacking
And the credit might make is cry
We wink link two heads asmacking
And neither of us know why

I promise a poem for the turkey
You tell me that’s how we shake the pain
I watch for an answer in a paper cup
But we both know that is insane

Come back for a bite in an hour
Come back when the hunger’s too much
Come back when the fowl all sour
On the courtyard and winters white touch