Ode to Cuchi Cuchi
You sat there, and waited.
When were we going to try it? Maybe tomorrow.
You sat there, and waited.
The leaves turned green to brown then back to green again.
You sat there, and waited.
We’d look up at the sign and chuckle about future memories.
You waited no more.
Good bye Cuchi Cuchi, you waited patiently for us on the corner of Hollywood and Edgemont, but we took for granted the fickle nature that is fine dining in Los Angeles. You will be missed.
A moment of silence please.
…
Cuchi Cuchi
?-2007
