Diner Poems

Diner Chat

   Sitting down to diner,
   Always a winner!
   Can tell the family about my day.
   Where I went.
   Who could play!
   About Billy who bit the dog,
   What I found under a log.

   Momma said, "Chew your food 100

Diner Might

In nineteen sixty-three, May twenty-eight,
three youngsters in a Woolworths five-and-dime 
sat down and asked for coffee. This was war.
In Jackson, Mississippi, way back when,
outrageous things like this riled up the pack.

The photos still exist. You feel the hate.
To ask for coffee, then, was such a crime,
so unacceptable to local law 
that men (look at the

A Lone Diner at the Snout to Tail Bistro

She sent back the last order, as well.
This time, she shook her head 
like a dog in the rain,
like a posh-frock woman 
having "a spell."
The brimming broth, she said,
had a bitterness that swelled 
and stung between her cheeks,
and across her tongue.
It steamed with the scent
of turmeric and sweat,
a lipstick kiss in the basement
of the Red

A Moment at the Diner

She bestowed a belgard from across the diner.

It was rich and warm, like the bowl of buttery grits that steamed the hairs in my nostrils.

Then suddenly an invisible magnet slowly pulled my hungry eyes from my breakfast toward her pretty brown eyes that gently spoke to me.

Albeit short, the moment was sweet and endearing.

For maybe

EVANSTON DINER

Place to eat
I can’t say Evanston Diner can’t be beat
Location being the town of Evanston, Wyoming
Bound for Los Angeles, California
A stop on Greyhound Bus
You know the slogan, “Leave the Driving to us”
Limited food
There was no need to drool
Hamburger last
Had to be ordered fast
That was all that was available
Greyhound buses that passed through had cleaned out

welcome to the fifties diner

Welcome to the fifty’s diner
Where there are chrome stools
Black, red and white leather seats
A checkered floor

Everything matches
A soda machine is standing ready
The chef is heating up the fryer
Burgers and fries are the main stay

The waitress has filled the ketchup bottles
There are also mustard bottles, and salt and pepper shakers
Staff is ready for school to dismiss
So,

Fallen into a Fifties Diner

Janice is as fresh and pretty as a fifties diner
That opened a week ago, said Cuz.
We saw her sitting at the counter
And we saw how fresh and crisp she was

Her freshly-washed pin-curls give her that fifties look.
We wonder if she is related to the hostess or the cook?
Janice gives us a smile and we recognize

Heather

Heather, Oh Heather
The worst waitress ever
Whenever will you come back to me? 
I sit here forever
No service is rendered	
And never do ever complain

Heather, Oh Heather	
It’s so hard to remember
And it’s easy as pie to forget
With so many orders
And Special de Jours
If only you could find your pen 

Heather, Oh Heather		
It sez here in the paper
That

Their Sick Shes Funny Family Diner

a-lot-a money 
how you run it
 
doesn’t want her to go
Seen ‘‘em leave 

 like rookie pro

Edward Hopper: Automat

an automat whose orbs of light
reflect and touch the void of night

a refuge from the twenties’ roar
trapped in her thoughts without a door

a table, cup and gloveless hand
alone together in her land

a bowl of fruit that sits behind:
the 'still life' and her state of mind.

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

The Diner

Hang a left, clunker rocking
on sprung shocks.
Inside,
narrows taper to booths.
The place is slow-time empty.

The staff talk is griddle speech,
a blow by blow banter,
middle finger smarts mixed with
vowels of regrets.

From the lips of waitresses
the clipped history
of shaky affairs
and dead-loss dudes.

False gods named,
Tod, Ricky, and Wayne
a bruised chatter -
ankle-swelling narrations
that break apart unfulfilled.

Food arrives with a woman,
dimples

Silver Coin Diner

On the way to the New Jersey Shore,
make a stop there if you never have before.
Travel eastward along U. S. Route 30,
you will find this place that will be easy to see.
It's located in the town of Hammonton, New Jersey.
In the morning, you will never have fluffier pancakes.
In the evening, they have tender and juicy

The Warmth of a Winters Diner

The Warmth of a Winters Dinner
David J Walker 

The blackened cast-iron caldron 
Sat on the stove burner waiting for
The task to begin
the water and the low flame 
taking its time
all day to claim
a winters meal  

It would begin in the morning
with onion joined by 
carrots and celery 
Chopped on the butcher's block
In bite-sized portions
Adding

halloween diner

ghost waiter blimey dondo

went haunting in a condo

rushing a flurry

with pot of curry

hope sir you like potato.

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