(poetry diary 220-3/29/17) Last night we went to a friendly local diner which we liked because it’s friendly and local and has a jukebox.
This poem reminds me of it and of the odd acquaintances people sometimes form with those who work in places they frequent.
Bernadette Mayer – Homage to H & the Speedway Diner
It’s alot like a cave full of pictures
& black & white checked flags
you may overdose on caffeine
it’s the closest restaurant to our house
maybe five miles, it’s very cheap
you can go there when you have almost no money