The Noodle Parlor

Hey, Joe,
I was in your establishment
not too long ago.
Unless by long ago you mean
several milliseconds.

I did some fun stuff,
like throwing things
and enjoying some hash.
Bash.

Later, I ate some pizza.
It was nice.
I especially like the way
you put Dorito shards
on your pizza.
It's in good taste.

While the beans talked politics,
and some young whip snap has,
my thoughts drifted
to my piano friends.

Then I realized that
my piano friends weren't important
since I had been released
from prison.

So instead I let my mind wander
and found myself thinking about
a noodle.

This noodle is a noodle
of mine.
It's kind of a long story.
Actually it's unfinished.
Like, if it were a book,
the last 200 pages would be blank.






The old man and the sea.
This, dear friends,
is definetely
and without a doubt
not the noodle I was referring to.