Poetry Club w/ Charles Luden

Ritual in the Afternoon

An open notebook

A bite of dark chocolate

A sip of Tuaca

Then a swallow of water

Chased with coffee

The  One  Wanted,  Missed

She looked for the one

in her dreams

for a long time

This one came home

but it was wrong

Her mind frozen long ago

Charles Luden • 2-9-11 • at Champps



6 comments ↓

#1 Sy on 02.10.11 at 8:28 pm

I found myself

wondering

pondering

questioning why

oh lord why

does any one

sane or

otherwise

hang out

at Champps

then it hit me

like a brick, see

it must be

unequivocally

the extra p

#2 l3wis on 02.10.11 at 8:33 pm

Sy – Chuck and I used to hit Chammps every Friday afterwork when Jerry still owned it, good times. I used to eat the ‘Alex’ the best fucking salad ever made!

Charles is one of my cherished friends. I often ponder how much different my life would be if I did not know him.

#3 snapper on 02.11.11 at 1:39 am

I’m not a big fan of Champs. It kind of does everything ok. Nothing great.

I do like Tuaca bombs though.

#4 l3wis on 02.11.11 at 10:13 pm

Snapper, agreed. When Jerry (old owner) sold it, the place went in the shitter and I have never been back.

#5 Angry Guy on 02.12.11 at 9:03 am

Jerry was a tightwad ego-maniacal tyrant. I hear his brother, Blackie, that took over the biz was even worse. Champps sets the bar for mediocrity in a city inundated with shitty chain restaurants.

#6 l3wis on 02.12.11 at 9:52 pm

“Champps sets the bar for mediocrity”

You nailed it. I’m amazed they have been able to keep their doors open.