Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love
A Saucy Old Pirate at Joe’s Cafe
A jovial man stumped into Breakfast Joe’s
His jeans and chambray shirt were clean but worn
He bore the look of a man who knew his way
Aboard a drilling rig or a fishing boat
He visited every table, including mine
And like a saucy pirate carried away
A bottle from here and a bottle from there
Until upon his own table he had stowed
In order serviceable, as Milton might say:
Tabasco
Tony Cachere’s
The Original Louisiana Brand Hot Sauce
Lea and Perrins Worcestershire Sauce (“from the recipe of
a Nobleman in the county”)
Crystal Hot Sauce
Frank’s RedHot
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He then called out to waitress Tiffany:
“Now tell the cook he can begin my eggs!”
And when she had brought him his breakfast chow
Enough to feed Lafitte, and Governor Claibourne too
He measured his sauces with an invisible cup
Then ate all those eggs, yes, he ate ‘em all up
And as he took his second pot of coffee
He seemed satisfied with his voyage’s takings
I asked him what that was all about
He smiled and waved his arms wide open, and laughed
“I’m a Cajun!”
