                         Disclaimer

What follows is a work of fiction.  Things have been
completely made up by the fevered mind of the writer.  It
is posted in entry to the ASSTR Anniversary Song Stories
Festival of 2002 in the "Mood Challenge" category.  As
such, it is a sex story meaning that it includes
descriptions of sex acts and so you should most likely not
be reading it, especially if doing so will result in
prison, spankings, restrictions of privileges, or excessive
numbers of "Hail Marys."

In no way does the posting of this work on the Usenet imply
that the writer has waved any rights under international
convention and copyright law.  The use of this story on any
web-site, both commercial and free, is prohibited without
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systems and hair replacements can be sent to the address
below, where they will be deleted without being opened.
The occasional piece of fanmail will not be deleted, but
instead, will be read, answered, and saved forever.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com
Original Post Date: 10 Nov 2002 

                    I Am Just a Poor Boy
              An ASSTR Anniversary Song Story
                            by
                      Kenny N Gamera

I was sitting next to him at the counter, drinking my
coffee.  He was talking he does that, but I'd learn to
filter out most of what he said.  He had said it before; he
would say it again.

   My cup was at the half way point.  I slowed down as I
waited for the waitress to walk by with the pot to refill
it.  His was still a good ways from the top as he had spent
a while telling me what my problem was.

   "You just need to be patient.  A young buck like you has
plenty of time."  The young waitress, barely out of high
school, walked by and smiled at him.  "I wish I was your
age with all the girls jumping all over me, instead of
being a tired, worn-out, old man."

   The girl walked by again.  I waved my cup at her, and
she breezed by us on her way to the pick up area to check
on one of her orders.  She grabbed three plates and
balancing the third on her forearm, rushed them to a table
behind us.

   "Yep, you're lucky.  You're young.  Not old like me."

   The waitress headed back our way.  He winked at her.
She smiled back and came over with the coffee pot.

   "Hi."

   "Are we still on tonight."

   "Yes, see you then."

   "Oh, Ken."  He said as he watched her wiggle away.
"I'll be leaving you at the job for a while.  If your
mother calls cover for me."

                       Authour's Notes

This is one of five flashes based on the Simon and
Garfunkle song _The_Boxer._  I wrote the one, "Asking Only
Workman's Wages," for the Summer Solstice Rom Festival, but
thought better of it and didn't post it then.  When the
Anniversary Song Fest was announced, I thought to post it
and complete the series with one flash for each stanza of
the song.  They have no order and are not connected to each
other in any way.  As with anything they vary in quality,
but each captures the mood of the verse.  I hope you enjoy.