They both ordered eggs and coffee.
For her, two sunny side up,
and a large coffee with cream and sugar.
For him, one, his coffee black.

“Only here can a factory worker
become a governor,” she said.
“And a girl from the projects
an astronaut,” she added.

“The way I see it,” he objected,
“one loser somehow makes it,
and we all have to live with false hope.”
They didn’t talk for the rest of breakfast.