Standing at Lot-A-Burger
waitin' for french fries,
a brown skinned brother arrives.
My heart leaps, do I know you?
I'm so alone here, please talk to me.
But, we are both culturally shy.
Casting side long glances full of silent questions.
"Where you from?"
Our numbers are called,
Lot-A-Burgers in hand, we walk to our cars.
Eagle feathers hang from rear view mirrors.
Side long glances full of "later".