A POSTCARD FROM DIVISIDARIO STREET
BY GARY LEHMANN
For reasons that need not be discussed here,
I found myself eating breakfast at 3 am
in an all-night diner on Divisidario Street.
I was at the counter.
I ordered scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee.
In the booth across the way
Richard Brautigan was trying to read a newspaper.
He looked like he might pass out or throw up at any time.
I thought, "Right now I could do something very tacky.
I could jump up and yell 'You're Richard Brautigan,
I've read all your books. I love your stuff.
Would you sign my napkin?'"
Instead, I picked out a postcard and addressed it to my brother.
"I'm sitting here in an all-night diner with Richard Brautigan."
Just then the waitress brought his food.
He was having scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee.
Then she brought my food,
scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee.
"We're having scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee," I wrote.