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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So atmospheric. Great descriptive writing.
Sun, June 7th, 2020 9:58amGreat observational writing. You really put the reader inside that diner, 88.
Sun, June 7th, 2020 5:49pmFacebook Comments
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tom mcmullen
Sounds like an interesting night 88! Keep driving the journey never stops...
Sun, June 7th, 2020 5:46amAuthor
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Thanks for reading
Sun, June 7th, 2020 4:53am