Diner Poems - Poems about Diner

Place to eat I can’t say Evanston Diner can’t be beat Location being the town of Evanston, Wyoming Bound for Los Angeles, California A stop on Greyhound Bus You know the slogan, “Leave the Driving to us” Limited food There was no...Read the rest...

Welcome to the fifty’s diner Where there are chrome stools Black, red and white leather seats A checkered floor Everything matches A soda machine is standing ready The chef is heating up the fryer Burgers and fries are the main stay The waitress...Read the rest...

Janice is as fresh and pretty as a fifties diner That opened a week ago, said Cuz. We saw her sitting at the counter And we saw how fresh and crisp she was Her freshly-washed pin-curls give her that...Read the rest...

Heather, Oh Heather The worst waitress ever Whenever will you come back to me? I sit here forever No service is rendered And never do ever complain Heather, Oh Heather It’s so hard to remember And it’s easy as pie to forget With...Read the rest...

a-lot-a money how you run it doesn’t want her to go Seen ‘‘em leave like rookie pro...Read the rest...

an automat whose orbs of light reflect and touch the void of night a refuge from the twenties’ roar trapped in her thoughts without a door a table, cup and gloveless hand alone together in her land a bowl of fruit...Read the rest...

The door rings I look up then back to my eggs and hash browns. The door rings I look up nobody I know, my first time here why should I know anyone! Back to the eggs. Two sunny-side-up, the busting of yellow yokes with a tip...Read the rest...

Hang a left, clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The place is slow-time empty. The staff talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mixed with vowels of regrets. From the lips of waitresses the clipped history of...Read the rest...

On the way to the New Jersey Shore, make a stop there if you never have before. Travel eastward along U. S. Route 30, you will find this place that will be easy to see. It's located in the...Read the rest...

The Warmth of a Winters Dinner David J Walker The blackened cast-iron caldron Sat on the stove burner waiting for The task to begin the water and the low flame taking its time all day to claim a winters meal...Read the rest...

ghost waiter blimey dondo went haunting in a condo rushing a flurry with pot of curry hope sir you like potato. ...Read the rest...

Inside the coffee shop At the counter a beat cop Being a routine buyer Late night special that soon will expire Keeping tabs On those driving cabs Is the dispatcher Finding a matcher Make the...Read the rest...

hard boiled eggs for diner Pew! what ya know , I laid a few toot toot then a dump what a pretty lump hard boiled eggs for diner, you?...Read the rest...

January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner A hardy acknowledgement yessiree to the blessed sister Amelie worthy of such beloved, devoted, feted husband Rich truly bestowed predicated upon random chain of events i.e., accidental, biological, and genealogical happenstance prithee applauding, apprising,...Read the rest...

I hang a left, my clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mixed with vowels of tenderness. I overhear the history of generations of icons. False gods...Read the rest...