Breakfast With The Mafia

breakfast with the mafia 

an early Thursday morn 

we watch them through the window 

not happy with their discord

eating their New York bagels 

while they plan and plot 

we're watching for a drive by

making sure we know when to drop 

one looks like Jr Soprano 

getting out of his chauffeured car 

we're guessing they're all packing 

at least their bodyguards are 

we wonder who's gonna get massacred   

whose days just might be numbered 

we're glad that they don't know us 

and we won't be encumbered 

the underworld sure is thriving 

by the looks of this tight clan 

they're  silenced by other patrons 

so they don't overhear their plans 

we hurry with our coffee 

before Tony Soprano arrives 

we just want to leave here 

while we're still alive

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.