Take Out Coffee at Midnight
...they may not ever come this way again
The diner kitchen sings its Florida song
A respite for the beachgoers soaked with sun
A place where all who come feel they belong
They savor take-out fare – pay up – and run
When midnight comes, a whole new crowd slips in
They're living for tonight, and so they should
They may not ever come this way again
They're staking throwaway claims of where they stood
Tomorrow they will board their planes for home
Or pile in cars and leave the Coast behind
The wily surf will still rise up and foam
Not offering them the permanent ties that bind
The coffee crowd is lined up out the door
Their eyes are asking diner staff for more
About the Creator
Michael Ugulini
Michael Ugulini is a writer specializing in short and feature-length business articles. He ghostwrites a daily U.S. stock newsletter. He also writes poetry. His interests include economics, literature, music, piano study & baseball.
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