Staff meal

Staff meal

A Poem by terry smith

In the restaurant

where I cut my teeth

we did what was called

a staff or family meal

before dinner service

someone would make a large salad

and we would take turns making the meal

usually pasta or something else inexpensive

it was that way

when I got there

and when

I became the chef

I carried on the tradition

at that point

when I was working

16 hours a day

it would often be

my only meal

the rest of the time

I sustained myself

of mugs of espresso

cigarettes

and adrenaline

© 2019 terry smith


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one meal can be a "staff of life"... as a musician, it was always good when the club or restaurant let the musicians eat a house salad, stale bread and maybe a little broth soup. Those were the real/traditional/family owned establishments, the music was always performed better under those conditions. Without many descriptors, you've managed to deftly convey a whole world and the life in it. Well done T.

Posted 4 Years Ago


terry smith

4 Years Ago

Thank you roarke
Don't think I could have cut it. Would have had to sustain myself on merlot.

Posted 4 Years Ago



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