Joe was a slow man with big hands and a big face
He worked down on the corner at the fast food place
I wanted him to clean my table and made a fuss
But he was busy telling some one about taking the bus
Joe cleaned my table but insisted on talking to me
Bring me my burger while I get my ice tea
He smiled a smile that was bigger than normal people do
I was in a hurry and just wanted him to get through
Joe had a hard time articulating words, but said it was a beautiful day
I was mentally back at the office thinking about work
And Joe went on talking anyway
He was talking about his new bicycle, what a silly jerk
Joe asked me if I had one
I said ONE WHAT
He said "A bicycle just to have fun"
He was talking about fun and I was worried about saving my butt
I said I wish you wouldn’t bother me and go away now
Then it happened, I don’t know how
I was back twenty years riding my bike, free as a bird
Joe must have trapped me with some magical word
Every thing in the restaurant seemed to slow down
And I was in Joe’s world for a time
He talked and I talked but I really didn’t mind
Joe smiled and waived at everyone who came around
Most of the people tried to waive back
They took away more than just burgers in a sack
They already knew what I was about to discover
That Joe had the secret to life, he’d help me uncover
Joe doesn’t work at my pace
Hell, he doesn’t even run my kind of race
And even though he seems to be slow
Joe is smarter than most people I know
Joe saved string in a big ball and political buttons on his hat
He was thrilled when anyone would ask about them
And reconstruct the origin of each one as and actual fact
But his greatest treasures were the people who became friends with him
What a terrible, terrible loss it might have been
If Joe hadn’t had time to let me be his friend
Fast food and fast service, you can forget em
If Joe ever wants to talk to you, shut up and let him
MikeB