“What they’re doing is about decomposition & decay.”
Syrup shortage, pancakes on a greased plate.
Marilyn emanates from the wall, a frozen sense of vulnerable
cattishness, James is ready to rebel as always.
“Not really a restaurant, a group of tables.”
Los Angeles lives here in Conshohocken, mid-town
Conshohocken. There’s a geographic center
to Andy’s Diner. Only, when it’s the Twenties, we wonder
why Natalie Wood is missing from the walls, where
Marilyn holds court from, as the waiters
greasy spoon our wishes into moderate checks.
Marilyn says from the poster, she’s only here to get laid.
I’m the last person to get a consistent performance out of her
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