“in the diner”

Posted on October 26, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  The Twiglets #250 - in the diner


Sitting on red
cracked vinyl chairs
in the diner.


Best feature in diner–
glass case filled
with sky-high 
lemon meringue pies


too many choices
she flips pages back and forth
in book-sized menu


                In a far corner of the diner
              shouts broke out over appetizer.
               Says she, there's a dead bug
               in my cup of soup, Ugh!
         Says waiter, it's a good source of fiber.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to “in the diner”

  1. Arcadia Maria says:
    October 27, 2021 at 12:27 am

    Great imagery in this piece. Had to laugh at the ending – the joys and pain of dining out. LOL

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  2. poetrybydebi says:
    October 27, 2021 at 12:40 pm

    I agree with Arcadia, Sarah.

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  3. Misky says:
    October 27, 2021 at 7:29 pm

    That red naugahyde! Thighs sticking to it when you tried to slide out of a booth.

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  4. Jules says:
    October 29, 2021 at 3:51 pm

    Fun verses. I went to a diner last week for a special treat dessert. They were out of the huge chocolate eclairs! But yes I’ve seen those Lemon meringue pies!!! Yum!

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