{"id":7579,"date":"2014-11-04T08:00:24","date_gmt":"2014-11-04T08:00:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=7579"},"modified":"2014-10-21T14:50:11","modified_gmt":"2014-10-21T14:50:11","slug":"michael-estabrook-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/michael-estabrook-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Estabrook"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n<strong>At McDonald\u2019s<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>An attractive employee with mussed hair<br \/>\npacing outside smoking a cigarette<br \/>\ntwo construction workers discussing<br \/>\nin simple Beckettesque lines the difficult<br \/>\nold lady impossible to please<br \/>\nwith either woodworking or painting<br \/>\nthe family pulling up with the camping trailer<br \/>\nordering the biggest breakfasts they can get<br \/>\nthe father with two identical copies of himself<br \/>\nall with crew cuts and turned up noses<br \/>\ntrailing along behind<br \/>\noh McDonald\u2019s microcosm!<br \/>\nI look at my reflection in your window<br \/>\nwondering when it was<br \/>\nI got to be so old and stupid looking<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Michael Estabrook<\/strong> is a recently retired baby boomer poet freed finally after working 40 years for \u201cThe Man\u201d and sometimes \u201cThe Woman.\u201d No more useless meetings under florescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. Now he\u2019s able to devote serious time to making better poems when he\u2019s not, of course, trying to satisfy his wife\u2019s legendary Honey-Do List.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; At McDonald\u2019s An attractive employee with mussed hair pacing outside smoking a cigarette two construction workers discussing in simple Beckettesque lines the difficult old lady impossible to please with either woodworking or painting the family pulling up with the camping trailer ordering the biggest breakfasts they can get the father with two identical [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7579","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7579","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7579"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7579\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7581,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7579\/revisions\/7581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7579"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7579"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7579"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}