montgomery street cafe

took a walk this morning
past the little house on boland
where my sweetie used to live
and stopped by the garage apartment next door
where fast eddie passed
to say so long to our friend.

afterwards, i stopped by
the montgomery street cafe
and had a chicken fried steak for fast.
place looked exactly the same as it did
the first time i walked in there, 28 years ago:
same mural and signs on the walls,
same lady taking your order.

like eddie woulda said:
it was _terrifyin'_.
and fast, you wouldn't have believed it:
just as i was getting ready to leave,
sam and dave came on the radio.
it might not have been your song
but it was them nonetheless.

stuff that's good stays good.