Dirty Diner
The cook with the dirty fingernails
breaks the yellow cap on the egg...
The intestines of the coffee machine
are impossible to clean-as far as I can see.
The blue people don't seem to mind
they keep gurgling up from the grates
to gorge on average cuisine.
This dirty diner is the soul of the community
serving dirty coffee and dirty eggs
to dusty customers...
location location location-always trumps quality.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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