Chants In a Breakfast Diner
The door rings
I look up
then
back to my eggs and hash browns.
The door rings
I look up
nobody I know,
my first time here
why should I know anyone!
Back to the eggs.
Two sunny-side-up,
the busting of yellow yokes
with a tip of toast --- O Lordy.
I look up
the waitress has bodacious tats,
a phone bursts into song
another vibrates
as loud as a sleeping panther.
The door rings
creamy salutations
of comfort and grease.
Spoons jangle on tinkling handles,
spatulas knell upon the griddle.
A buttery booth crush
a flush-faced coffee klatch.
The skinny cook yells in Kentucky Yiddish.
I look up
flapjacks slap air
syrup pours and dongs in jug and jar.
The door chants and chimes -
Hallelujah for this ring-a-ding diner
and our Waffle House hunger.
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