As promised: Jim Kelly's "Diner"
Stools swivel through breakfast traffic--
doers and procrastinators
poised for the ride.
Hazel darts between cups, filled with idle time,
and counter tops
rubbed raw by friendly service
Sunny-side-ups lisp atop a stainless stage;
bacon strips sizzle
like lines in a gossip column.
Oohs and ahs emanate from a corner booth;
an old man lifts his shirt,
assigns numbers to stitches in his scar.
At a table for two, a widower stares into the past,
blurry eyes fumbling with words--
"A Kiss to Build a Dream On."
Businessmen jostle into slots at the big table,
a sacred place reserved for self-indulgence,
where subtle glances measure all the women.
among toast crumbs and gratuities
scattered in the wake of satisfaction.
A chickadee fidgets on the porch railing,
tips his black cap to diners
dragging bacon scent down the street.
Thank You! to Jim Kelly for permission to print Diner
James O. Kelly Englewood, FL 02/14/13