Four decades ago in New York City,
A place with sky rises, and hip folk, oh so pretty.
Rollie walked in the restaurant, standing tall,
Calmly walked to his favorite table by the window,
his back seated against the wall.
“Let me get a turkey and cheese hero,” he said to the waiter.
“Sure thing,” said the waiter. “I’ll be back later.”
She walked past Rollie and sat at the next table
Took out a cigarette, lit it and took a drag, as if she was able.
Back in the day, smoking in public places was legal.
But to Rollie, all smoking was evil.
He began gasping for air as he could barely breathe,
“Ma’am, please put out the cigarette,” he uttered his plea.
“I have a right to smoke,” she bluntly said,
“Don’t you dare bother me,” quickly turning her head.
“Waiter, waiter! Get the manager,” she called out,
“Yes ma’am, I am the manager, what is this about?”
“That man is bothering me, asking me to put out my smoke.”
“Sir you have to leave right now,” oh, what a stroke.
As Rollie walked out of the restaurant feeling ridiculed and shamed,
He was consumed with anger, mistrust and pain.
Later that day as ease came to his burn,
He vowed to that restaurant never return.