Biscuits & Gravy
A poem appreciating my hometown's good and only diner
Door opens, bell chimes, feet are wiped on the buff-
colored bristle carpet, jacket is removed at the 'Please Wait
to be Seated' ;
Led to a corner booth where forest green covers
complement the torn maroon menus.
At the very first seven seater: Larry, Mel, Jr., Charlie,
Thelbert, and sometimes Dick, all happily scowling into
their cupped steaming coffees, forever refilled.
Behind the counter, scrapes and sizzles dance to
Light Rock.
The frayed menu lists every American, Italian, &
Greek item a person could dream of. Pause and browsing
is practiced to read the daily soup posted in cursive on
whiteboard: 'cheddar bratwurst'.
Pat flitters across the floor and shuffles the little blue
papers to a clean page as she unzips a wide grin
to ask "What’ll it be today dearie?"
The answer is almost "This. This is all I needed" but
then interrupts a little ding of an "Orderrr up!",
so what is said instead is "A full order of those
hot biscuits & gravy please."
About the Creator
Alyssa Graveline
Poetry and fictional writing is a side joy of mine. Most of the time I spend my days I spend researching and problem solving in Contaminant Hydrology and the Earth Sciences. A lot of my writing is inspired by growing up on my family farm.
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