I don't know if my grandfather Joe
Frequented all-night diners but since he died
It's where I generally see him in dreams --
Often multiplied so that he's most
Of the customers, quietly chatting
With himself in a booth, waiting
For a seat at the counter, glaring
At the change the cashier is giving him.
The next time we meet I mean to show him
Harunobu's picture of a girl conjuring
A dragon from a cup of tea.
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