Monday, September 6, 2010

the motions


put, stay
Originally uploaded by faultyplans
i am,
i am your eatery,
your Jones's just bought food processor,
with all the nooks and crannies.
For real, face it.
Without me, there is no whole.
There is just this girl running here,
this boy running there.

You all don't seem to look at the larger picture,
and even i am guilty of this...
Without these little nuts and bolts,
there is no working machine.

In my industry,
the hospitality/food one,
people come in to enjoy some regularly established part of their day,
breakfast/lunch/dinner/supper.

But people lose the idea of all of this,
out of sight, out of mind.

But really y'all,
step back and realize there is.
There is some dude that is slaving over a hot grill,
and he might even have a name.

And there that dude sits all night,
his life,
making you a medium well burger that isn't too bloody.

See this and hear me say,
i am the boy that cleans for you.
I am the one that allows you to sit at some table and,
without care or trepidation,
eat a meal that was so thoughtlessly prepared for you.

That burger you sit and eat,
it was prepared hours earlier,
after Ben was Benjamin,
but much before you had a face.
This burger is for you, and we hope it is done well,
but realize please,

you Mam, Sir, Sir, or Bro,
you're just another thing,
living and operating on some other scale,
different than mine.

My level,
delving into dirty dishes and the philosophy of a busboy.
How the bustub is placed, or where a dish goes.

Your level,
where is the family,
is Steve here yet, can he find a parking spot,
where is the restroom?

We are all just sole, please realize,
worrying about those problems surrounding us,
and perhaps those we surround.
And in the greater sceme of things don't be so annoyed.

We are all just human,
and we make those common errors.