Number Twenty Five

Number Twenty-Five I was the newcomer to the group A bored and hungry chauffeur There on a cold day for hot soup, Sandwich and the attitude de jour The afternoons spent there are now Among my favorite memories today Because of the warm people and how They encouraged and showed me the way The Matriarch of number twenty-five Was the petite, genteel Miss Shirley A lady from Scotland, so very alive But to see her, I’d have to be early Then all the way from France Was Jan: both sister and mother My advisor as I’d give her the chance A sweet lady much unlike any other Paul and his wife were so cool So encouraging, an inspiration Their words would be a tool Their marriage, my aspiration There was Pam, the older sister Who was so easy to talk to Though I frequently missed her I was always there on cue Jeff, Stan and that one dude Always kept conversation alive Good company, good food At Waffle House twenty-five