Note from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle Finder:
Today we’re featuring three messages from the New Orleans MC. When I read this poem the image of a harried waitperson came to mind – a person unsuccessfully trying to please tourists, locals, students and all the various hustlers looking for food and golden opportunities.
Silhouette Outlined in Dust
Missed Connections in New Orleans, LA
Silhouette Outlines in Dust
Eating snow flakes with plastic forks
And a paper plate of course, you think of everything
Short love with a long divorce
And a couple of kids of course
They don’t mean anything
Live in trailers with no class
goddamn I hope I can pass high school means nothing
Taking heartache with hard work
Goddamn I am such a jerk, I can’t do anything
And I shout that you’re all fakes
And you should have seen the look on your face
And I guess that’s what it takes
When comparing your bellyaches
And it’s been a long time
Which agrees with this watch of mine
And I guess that I miss you, and I’m sorry
if I dissed you
