DRESS CODE > POETRY
At breakfast
in our downtown cafe
my wife’s 1940’s style hat
prompted the diner
in the neighboring booth
to recount a story.
His mother, an attorney
the first of her kind
seated at the defendant’s table
outfitted in hat and gloves.
The smirking judge asked:
Counselor, is this a fashion show
or a courtroom?
Ever after his mother said:
Don’t ever become a lawyer.
Justice isn’t blind.
Judges are jackasses.
She won the case.
Roger Camp lives in Seal Beach, CA where he muses over his orchids, walks the pier, plays blues piano and spends afternoons reading under an Angel’s Trumpet with a charm of hummingbirds. When he’s not at home, he’s photographing in the Old World. His work has appeared in Pank, Tampa Review, Southern Poetry Review and Nimrod.