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.