Homespun / Maine 2004

Nostalgia draped the counters and walls The smell of bacon sizzled in the air. Diners in baseball caps and ponytails noisily chattered there. The grill popped to the teakettle’s screams To harmonize with the babies cries sitting on their Daddies knees. Time drizzled by on the Chevy Belair clock like the syrup on my Johnny cakes while the waitress kept a pouring coffee to the bikers, their cravings to abate.