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帕蒂的木炭烤,免下车餐馆--芭芭拉.克鲁克

热度 1已有 220 次阅读2017-6-20 17:11 |个人分类:2017|系统分类:诗歌| 大学生, 敞篷车, 临时性, 马尾辫, 保龄球

第一份工作。穿紧身黑短裤
白色保龄球运动衫,红唇膏
跳落跳去的马尾辫,我呈上
每一个流溢的托盘好似它是一场盛宴。
我十六岁,大学生;
这份工作的临时性就如夏日的太阳,
但目前它就是我生活的边界。
最初几夜的调配菜单
和误车之后,工作渐渐变得不费力气。
我拿出银色的托盘,把它们挂到窗子上,
吸入煎碎肉饼混合的香味,
咸丝丝的番茄酱,丰富麦芽酒的甜味。
油脂的诱惑飘进夜色浓浓的天空。
在帕蒂的木炭烤免下车餐馆里总是夏天--
一车箱头发金黄,皮肤棕褐色的女孩
靠着一辆红色的敞篷车停下,
穿黑T恤,头发光滑的男孩。
每一个人都知道他们想要什么。
我侍候他们,希望得到小费,
零散的银色硬币
漫不经心地抛出,如星星。
都哇音乐从自动点唱机里飘出,
每一夜都自行重复,
忠诚如一位经常约会的对象。
快到晚十点了,人流逐渐减少。
我们巡视停车的地方,拾起包装纸。
黑暗倾泻而下,黏如可乐,
但厨房里的灯光
像灯塔般闪烁。
一阵微风刮起,追逐着纸片
进入变暗的停车场远处的角落,
好似突然一阵寒风
开始直吹到未来的我身上--
我在多丽丝.莱辛都的一本书中读到那个--
但现在,钱包因小费而鼓胀,
占着天空的月亮像一个干酪汉堡
在扁平的黑烤架上,
这就足以。
请您点菜。
First job. In tight black shorts
and a white bowling shirt, red lipstick
and bouncing ponytail, I present
each overflowing tray as if it were a banquet.
I’m sixteen and college-bound;
this job’s temporary as the summer sun,
but right now it’s the boundaries of my life.
After the first few nights of mixed orders
and missing cars, the work goes easily.
I take out the silver trays and hook them to the windows,
inhale the mingled smells of seared meat patties,
salty ketchup, rich sweet malteds.
The lure of grease drifts through the thick night air.
And it’s always summer at Patty’s Charcoal Drive-In—
carloads of blonde-and-tan girls
pull up next to red convertibles,
boys in black tee shirts and slick hair.
Everyone knows what they want.
And I wait on them, hoping for tips,
loose pieces of silver
flung carelessly as the stars.
Doo-wop music streams from the jukebox,
and each night repeats itself,
faithful as a steady date.
Towards 10 p.m., traffic dwindles.
We police the lot, pick up wrappers.
The dark pours down, sticky as Coke,
but the light from the kitchen
gleams like a beacon.
A breeze comes up, chasing papers
in the far corners of the darkened lot,
as if suddenly a cold wind had started to blow
straight at me from the future—
I read that in a Doris Lessing book—
but right now, purse fat with tips,
the moon sitting like a cheeseburger
on a flat black grill,
this is enough.
Your order please.
“Patty’s Charcoal Drive-In” by Barbara Crooker from Selected Poems. © Future Cycle Press, 2015.

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回复 平林 2017-6-22 11:24
好似突然一阵寒风
开始直吹到未来的我身上--
特别微妙的刹那

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