Charlie's Sandwitch Shop

Time ticks by on a Monday morning my pen end over end, foot tapping to the rhythm of jazz…steam rising from my coffee cup as the sax plays a listless melody, my heart and soul agree, my head acknowledges with a syncopated nod as the beat goes on…foot tapping time on the hard-wood floor as my day-dreaming reverie unwinds, an over-flowing reservoir of jazz… There ain’t nothing like Jazz and Jam on whole wheat for breakfast to start your Monday off right, Charlie says. He sure makes a hell of a sandwich. Nothing second rate, a little piece of heaven on a paper plate.