tip jar
written by: James Gabriel
@James_Gabriel1
he took the regular
ferry to the island
stroller locked
baby sleeping
shaking the sameness
following the funeral
the house still
hospice cleared the
equipment
couldn’t sleep in
bed stayed on the
couch that
they fought over
faux leather
squeaking as he
changed sides
in his sleep
the ferry rocked slowly
drinking too strong coffee
black in a Styrofoam cup
the baby
breathing in
the salt sea air
as the ferry hit
choppy water and
began to sway
he looked at the
tip jar
black marker
on battered white
cardboard asking
politely to tip
taped to a large clear
plastic cup
staying still
glued to the
counter
rock solid
beyond the grasp
of an angry sea
Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
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