After the pier reconstruction was finished Mo’s finally reopened. All the middled-aged waitresses who called you honey Were gone Replaced by thin pretty white boys in sleek black aprons Supercilious, looking for the tip.
All the hand-made posters On the wall to the head Of service men, some living, some fallen heroes, Were gone, Replaced by commercial “art” featuring surfboards.
The tuna-salad-stuffed avocado And the brownie sundae Were gone from the menu Replaced by more modern fare Easier to prepare. Beverages – No Refills.
The view of the Siuslaw River Bridge was still the same The boats still chugged to and from the sea The sun still sparkled on the water But I never went back Mo’s was a dreamy relic of by-gone days Replaced by more profit-oriented sensibilities.