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Do you recall?
Felix the cat,
Or Taxi and Kojak.
Fantasy Island and
Starsky and Hutch.
Monty Python and
The Brady bunch.
Saturday cartoons and
Mission impossible.
Batman and The Streets
of San Francisco.
Cling and Clang on H R
Puff n stuff.
All in the family and
Eight is enough.
The Osmonds and
Sonny and Cher.
Quickdraw Mc Draw and
Yogi Bear.
Josie and the Pussycats
And the jetsons.
Green acres and
Petticoat junction.
Mel's Diner and
Dick van dyke.
Columbo and
McMillan and wife.
Police woman and
Hawaii 5.0.
Soul Train and
the Cosby show.
Underdog and
Scooby doo.
Dragnet and
Kung fu.
Dr Marcus Welby
M.D.
A radio station named
WKRP.
Chips and
Quincy M.E.
Flip Wilson and
The Partridge family.
Sweat hogs on welcome
Back Kotter.
The Hulk, and the
Courtship of Eddie's father.
The facts of life and
Bob Newhart.
Chico and the man and
Get smart.
Nova and the Rockford
Files.
Dallas and love American
Style.
Turbo1904?
Round by Round
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
ROUND 1
Born a boy Cassicuis Clay
In January the first month
Of the year.
Asked for drink in a store
Was told water segregated here.
Your colour wrong.
Proudly rode his bike
Then stolen by the thief.
Fuming with whup
Was told learn to box first.
ROUND 2
Full of steam in amateur years
Similarly he whupped 100 of them.
Standing tall the nicest boxer of all.
After Rome came he home
Baptized his medal in Ohio's river
Could not dine in a white diner.
In 1996 he will light the Olympics.
ROUND 3
I have a secret ..
The bear will go down in eight..
I am the greatest
The lip will break the bear.
True to the beat
The bear sat down after six.
And the shuffle was invented.
Now he ended his slave
To be jailed
For NO to the draft lollipop
To kill the people.
A courage and strength
Which told a universe
How wrong a war in Vietnam.
After all ....
With the soul of butterfly
And the sting like a bee
The champion of the people
Will become The Greatest
ROUND BY ROUND
I step from my car and I see ahead
the shiny glint of smooth, polished chrome,
the place is shaped like an oversized rail car,
but never on the tracks has it roamed.
I walk on into the small entryway,
where fliers of all sorts are tacked up,
guitar lessons, baby-sitting, and a sheet
for a man selling newborn boxer pups.
Inside are booths spaced along the wall,
and a long counter with spinning stools,
I take a seat at the later of them,
the formica counter strangely cool.
I pick up a large, six-page menu,
laminated and bound in plastic rings,
breakfast alone takes up two pages,
they do a little bit of everything.
But I am looking for something specific,
to make sure this place is up to the regs,
because we all know you’re not a real diner,
unless your menu boasts of steak and eggs.
Wait, there it is, and they use t-bone too!
I order some from the waitress Charlene,
she calls me ‘hon’ every other word,
and says the cook does a great over-easy.
Reclining a bit, I take in the whole place,
starting with gray-haired veterans in the back,
boasting of ships, or wars that they fought,
with the proud images on their caps.
Nearby a boy, maybe just turned six,
builds a fort with packets of jam,
a tired-looking mother just rolls her eyes,
makes no move to stop her little man.
Some college kids, all freshly hungover,
have taken up residence to my left,
last night must’ve been one epic blow-out,
judging by the silence and lack of pep.
Just beyond them a young couple is
having breakfast with the wife’s grandpa,
he recounts the first time he ever came here,
on the arm of the wife’s late grandma.
But there’s the waitress, carrying my steak,
two eggs and home fries, brown and steaming,
hate to cut this short, but the stomach demands
that I end all this poetic scribbling…
It will be her first visit since the day we waved goodbye....
It is spring break !!
It was moving day several months ago...
that she wrapped her small arms around her Grandpa's waist, tearfully
Then turned to me with "I love you" from her small voice"
"I love you more"...I choked, with one last hug...
And then they were gone...
A white van, fully packed, we watched through blurry eyes...heading down the highway
A battered U-Haul, trailing behind.
But at last today is here!...Spring break!!
We are meeting half-way....
Between the two cities so far apart
We are picking her up, to bring her home......to have her smiles...for just awhile!
Her springtime visit, a school recess
There they are!! The meeting place we had arranged
And before we know it...she has hopped into our car
And once again...we are heading back home...her suitcases
Her stuffed animals...her smiles and chatter in the back seat of our car.
Lunch time....we must stop for awhile
That cozy diner, that sits out in no-where-land,
Along the stretch of the Interstate
A place filled with truckers and travelers like us...
The waitress shows us our booth
This child hesitates, ...looks between the two of us
Unable to decide....
"Who would you like to sit with, my love?" I ask.....
When the waitress returns...
Carrying our menus and three glasses of water ...
She is rather startled, as are the other diners..
To find three people tightly squeezed together on one bench
Yet across the table
The other bench remains empty....
+++++++++++++++++ SLIPPERY
Three ice covered rocks
sure footing is not assured
balance is the key
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Notes : My sister wanted to know more about this poem.
What did it mean , if anything? She thought it sounded simplistic.
But she knows me and some of my facets , nuances and quirks.
Etc. So , OK , Anne in Ocala , Florida , here you go.
Three icy rocks Childhood , adolescence and adulthood.
Sure footing not assured No guarantees in this world.
Lots of forces at play. Best to pay attention.
Balance Not always easy to stay upright. Even with our best efforts
So thats a little about this poem.
Yes perhaps more to discuss.... perhaps not.
Glad to listen to others on this one. Im just a scrawler.
And Ill buy you a coffee at the diner if you make it to Eastport , Maine.
Patrick March 4 2021
It was September of 1960 and we were growing
Elvis sang "It's Now or Never" anticipation showing
New kids in town for our Freshman year
Our last at St. Jerome's, adulthood near.
We hung out at the Coffee Cup on Berwick Street
Five Point Diner and Palma were sweet
We never dreamed of growing old
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Sophomore year brought us to Saint Ann
Not old enough yet to be called a man
Hitch hike to the My Place and Bowling Alley
Travelled around the Panther Valley
Weekends looking for a brand new thrill
Going to the Coffee Shop in Summit Hill
On the Juke box "Runaround Sue" and "Cathy's Clown"
If "Rumble" came on we'd quickly leave town
Building memories as each day would unfold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
62 saw the Four Seasons singing "Sherry"
Our next two years would be with Saint Mary
Pep rallies in the court yard, who could forget
Sneak down to Henry's for a cigarette
Laughing, joking, we were only sixteen
Drop another nickel in the pinball machine
Flip a coin for a pool game, choose who will rack
Fan buses for away games, have a smoke in the back
Lou Christie sang "Two Faces Have I "
"The End of The World " made Skeeter cry
It was 63 and our time was near
We were starting our senior year
Unsure of what our future would hold
Back when we wore blue and gold
November came and some of us cried
The Friday President Kennedy died
Before the storm there is always a calm
Trouble brewing in Vietnam
In 64, invaded by another land
The Beatles wanted to hold our hand
The school would be one next year we were told
Back when we wore blue and gold
June arrived, graduation day
A time to rejoice, a time to pray
To change the world, thoughts so bold
Back when we wore blue and gold.
Aren't many or any finer than Dan me ol mucker & china who now looks out for nightmare cooks or crooks making money off the books with rare meat on dirty hooks in filthy nooks but don't care want to give him a shiner for saying don't be hasty or cheat prepare pukka tasty tucker & succour...safe fayre to eat for every diner...
Owners booming hysteria at inspector criteria
Kitchens so unclean like a war scene in Liberia
Zooming in you find they're grooming Listeria
Rightly fuming that it is blooming like wisteria
Hardly stellar told fella to have old mortadella
Rank covered in dank mould stank in the cellar
Dan who's a fan of Paul Weller is a fortune teller
Scores on doors stop more spores of Salmonella
Suss some are no faff or fuss a them & us schism
Despairing whiners cuss not caring about criticism
Cleanliness next to Godliness just an anachronism
Foolish witticism as diners get ghoulish botulism
Out of date food they buy deny do things on the fly
Just comply no treason and here’s the reason why
If duff stuff you season on the sly to try and get by
The Council’s the fall guy as folks do die from Ecoli
Hunch lunch or brunch scare dodgy ware of tupper
Owners get shirty but it’s so dirty can’t serve supper
Ask my man Dan this is not a masterplan to scupper
A public sector inspector would rather have a cuppa
Welcome to the ultimately ethical food restaurant and take away.
All dishes are guaranteed dead, for all plant and animal products and ingredients.
Vegan ethics has been shattered and thrown under a 'food-to-go' bus
By the findings that plants have feelings and get hurt just like us.
A scientist connected plants to machines to test their feelings
When prodded with fork and cut with sharp knife.
To everyone's surprise, impaled carrots, tomatoes and even lettuce
Squeaked and shrieked out with unconscious 'pain', just like us.
Plants have nerves, plants have feelings, plants get hurt,
When harvested and killed, just like cows, chickens, fish and prawns.
They scream out in agony when dragged from earth, sliced, grated, or cut from vine,
Making the ethical choice of what to eat humanely, most sublime.
At the 'Grateful Dead, Deadans Diner' we solve all your problems and concerns.
Nothing here is served fresh; no plant or animal part on your plate, is served alive.
Everything has been killed by someone else; all food on your plate is guaranteed dead,
Cooked, steamed, micro-waved, fried and sautéed; nothing served fresh nor alive and kicking, all dead instead.
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The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by Disney. Outmoded refrains gurgle.
We see the obsolete road ahead, feel the bumps,
the lack of shock absorbers.
The third piano concerto, the romance of the exile.
1940 is pulled from under its Perspex lid, served up
as fresh Prosciutto di Parma consumed in a diner
long derailed.
The mind warps eras, Michelangelo has gone Hollywood,
the 'Creation' sketched on a paper napkin.
Last notes.
Hands too large for tuxedoed minds, stamp
like rhapsodic elephants.
Percussive fingers slam-dunk ivory tusked themes,
Russian bells quake California.
Rolling vespers outgrowing each decade,
times now locked in a recovery CD millimeters thin.
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I walked a while and found a diner,
I was starving and ordered some grub,
the waitress said no food was finer,
I could see cooking grease stored in a tub
I tasted the food she brought to me,
and to my surprise it was really good,
but I wrote her a note to set her free
and take her with me to Hollywood
She read the note and let out a scream,
I wasn't quite sure what I should think,
but she shouted that this was her dream
as she grabbed my glass and gulped my drink
She took my hand and pulled me up,
then said "There's no time to waste,"
we ran like mad and hopped in her pickup,
she pulled out fast and left in a haste
We made it to Hollywood in no time flat,
and my waitress -- well she became a star,
she sings love ballads like an aristocrat
with our children in her expensive car
The reason I tell this little ditty of mine,
is to let others know of what can be,
the lady I love was sad and not so fine
in that diner where we set each other free
So find a roadside and walk a while,
and see where destiny will take you,
be it a long trek or just a short mile...
love will find its way to you, too!