In days that were finer
I’d hike to the diner
to meet and hold court with the people from town.
Callow or ashen,
wearing casual fashion,
excepting one chap’s gold, shimmering crown.
It was hard not to notice
As he came into focus
that the crown gave him power and made him look wiser.
But on closer inspection,
I blurt out this question:
“Hey, does that one work well with your lower incisor?”