Memories of The Diner
written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
@KenKadfield
A Merry Christmas sign hung flashing;
frosted snowflakes were on the windows.
Two fresh plain donuts sat on my saucer;
smells of bacon and smoke wafted in the air.
Old men coughed at the crowded counter;
the waitress stopped and refilled my coffee.
Flies buzzed to and fro all about the place;
I played at judo trying to chase them away;
some landed on the scads of table crumbs.
An elf on the shelf gawked in my direction;
opening the door, a new customer arrived
fresh air rushed in begging for an inhale.
After finishing my coffee and donut I lit up;
deeply inhaling from my old favorite pipe.
Good memories at Christmas in the diner.
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