Sauces in the halcyon kitchen

Sauces in the halcyon kitchen

A Poem by Cory Barrett

Sauces in the halcyon kitchen 

I have had too many people ask me if I miss it.

Too many times to answer in the same way

that I have answered so many times.  I would say

“there are moments I miss”, or “I miss the food”.

F**k it all.  I don’t miss a damn moment of it, I sure

as s**t don’t miss the food (not a bite), and the sauces

are long gone at this point.  But, the people I miss.

I miss being stuffed in the corner of kitchen basement

in Cleveland, talking and harassing one another.  I miss

the saucier, the pastry chef, the prep cook, the angry

chef.  I miss talking about going to the bar with other

cooks; more than I miss the bar.  I miss smoking cigars,

drinking scotch, and playing poker in the dining room

after service.  I miss the Korean girl that turned me down.

I miss the baker’s, Jim and Sherry, and how much they

despised each other, but how good of a team they made.

I miss the old genius that told me stories of his youth,

and  grinding out in the kitchens of IBM HQ.  I miss

knowing people thought of me often.


© 2018 Cory Barrett

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This hits a lonely chord that echoes over time. Reminds me of the people I miss that made life bearable.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Cory Barrett

1 Year Ago

I miss those people too. They made life bearable, fun, and most of all vibrant
When work is fun, less hard. I did like the tale in the poem. People make us laugh are the best people. Thank you Cory for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on December 2, 2018
Last Updated on December 2, 2018


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