Jonathan Larson Sunday
DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
Straight back and to the left
Pick up those f..cking eggs
B...ring! B...ring!
We're out of milk
Who took my rye bread?
Four waters to table seven
I'm sorry, we don't deliver on Sunday
I need table three for two, yesterday
Is there a list?
Harrington? Harrington?
Kaplan, K-a-p-l-a-n for seven
JONATHAN
Order
DINER PATRONS AND WORKERS:
No, I'm sorry, those people were here first
We don't have tables for seven
Are we in smoking?
JONATHAN
Tension
MAN
I'll have the salad Nicoise and some honey bread
JONATHAN
Balance
WOMAN
I said, I wanted an omelet with no yolks
That's why you're just a waiter
JONATHAN:
Brunch
Sunday
In the blue, silver chromium diner
On the green, purple, yellow, red stools
Sit the fools
Who should eat at home
Instead, they pay on
ALL
Sunday
JONATHAN:
For a cool orange juice or a bagel
On the soft, green cylindrical stools
Sit the fools
Drinking cinnamon coffee
Or decaffeinated tea
ALL
Forever
In the blue, silver chromium diner
JONATHAN:
Drips the green, orange, violet drool
ALL
From the fools
JONATHAN:
Who'd pay less at home
Drinking coffee
ALL
Light
And dark
MICHAEL:
And cholesterol
And bums
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums, bums, bums, bums,
Bums,
MAN and WOMAN
People screaming for their toast
In a small, SoHo cafe
JONATHAN:
On an island in
JONATHAN, MICHAEL AND SUSAN:
Two Rivers
On an ordinary
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
Sunday!
MICHAEL:
Brunch!
