The clatter of crockery
Heady aromas
Of greasy food and smoke
The hum of conversation
Mixed with Hank Williams
From the battered jukebox
In the corner
The portly cook
Dirty apron
Cigar stub dangling ash
Scooping hash and eggs
On to chipped cracked plates
Served by a tired waitress
With a look of life
Upon her face
I have been here a thousand times
In a thousand different places
And when I am gone
This scene will die
Buried by sand and time
Last post till September Heading To the Cabin
Hope everyone has a great and safe summer
Last post till September Heading To the Cabin
Hope everyone has a great and safe summer
Beautifully evocative. When a person is gone.. memories are all that are left behind.. sigh..
ReplyDeleteI loved this.A tad nostalgic and sad. I think you must miss trucking.You paint this scene so well....a little cameo gem.
ReplyDeleteChapeau !
A beautiful poem Robert! I know that look of life upon a face. So many wonderful lines in this! Have a wonderful summer at the cabin. We will miss you.
ReplyDeleteI have been here a thousand times
ReplyDeleteIn a thousand different places
There is so much to see yet all seems to duplicate the same picture. It gets one tiring without much efforts!
Hank
Hope you will have a wonderful time!! I enjoyed your post!
ReplyDeleteOh, I've been to those places too. Fried and dish clatter, it is a universal song of greasy spoons, but I've had some of my best food in them.
ReplyDeleteA place like this... i have seen it, always and never for real...
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