I'll Have Another Cup

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

It's 3:37 am on a Thursday morning

In a diner outside of Newark I sit

On my second cup of bland coffee

To help wash down these stale donuts


Like to think the waitress has seen better days

But probably hasn't, probably never will

She was born in that uniform

Most likely will die in it


Three guys in a booth

Greasy hair to go with their greasy faces and greasy food

One picks at his fries, the other looks at his phone

The third wipes mayo off his chin


Delivery guy from the bakery comes in

Leaves his boxes of bread and rolls at counter

Tells the cashier he has to go to the bathroom

She's half asleep as she nods her head


Voices coming from the kitchen

Broken English, mostly Spanish

The universal language coming through

Is the sizzle sound from the grill


Pay my bill and leave 

Muggy morning makes the Jersey swamps smell ripe

Drive over the Pulaski Skyway

Red lights in front of me, white lights coming towards me


I pass my exit

Get off at the next one

Then double back

Or just keep going

Submitted: June 07, 2020

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tom mcmullen

Sounds like an interesting night 88! Keep driving the journey never stops...

Sun, June 7th, 2020 5:46am


Thanks for reading

Sun, June 7th, 2020 4:53am


So atmospheric. Great descriptive writing.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 9:58am


Thank you.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 4:54am


Great observational writing. You really put the reader inside that diner, 88.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 5:49pm


Thank you. New Jersey is king when it comes to diners. And many a night I have been in some of them. Tic Tock Diner in Clifton down to the Eagle Diner in Freehold to Richie's on the Jersey shore.

Sun, June 7th, 2020 12:52pm

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