The Corner Café
Just after 6 and the doors are open.
There’s the smell of fresh coffee
mixing with the smell of old grease.
“Order up” from the kitchen as the
Waitress yell’s “hold yer horses.”
The coffee club meets at table three.
A group of old gents gather each morning
telling their lies and some truths. All
of the worlds problems are solved. Ah
if that table had ears.
All the regulars enjoy the sunrise fare.
Eggs over easy, bacon and grits. Oh and a
side of biscuits and gravy. Don’t forget
the hash browns and warm molasses.
“Comin’ right up, hon.”
What’s in the morning paper? Same old stuff.
“Hey, anybody got the sports section?”
“Can I fill er up for ya?” No
I've had enough, I think I can get through
to lunch now.
See ya tomorrow.


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