Written for: The Twiglets #250 - in the diner
Sitting on red
cracked vinyl chairs
in the diner.
Best feature in diner–
glass case filled
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.
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.
Great imagery in this piece. Had to laugh at the ending – the joys and pain of dining out. LOL
I agree with Arcadia, Sarah.
That red naugahyde! Thighs sticking to it when you tried to slide out of a booth.
Always, and accompanied by a squeak.
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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