Diner Thoughts, or Nighthawk Observations

Brooding in a diner

Mulling over cups of coffee

Listening to dime-store lit-w****s

And jaded old men spew

Their two-cent spiel,

Solving all the world’s problems

If only everyone would listen

 

A cacophony of plates and voices,

People’s life choices burning on the grill

Floating in the grease

A two-bit downtrodden farce of a caucus

The regulars and those only passing through

But “Come back soon!”

 

The realities of life pause at the door,

Often unable to infect the bubble

Of nostalgia and false grandeur

Inhabiting this place-

A down-home, low-rent

Ten-cent redneck hibachi grill

Populated by old-timers and no-names,

Run by a would-be cordon bleu

 

A place where the lonesome

And those with “nothing better to do”

Find solace in each other’s company

Mingled cries

And sad eyes

Debating the president, politics,

And last night’s football game

And how things aren’t what they used to be

But then again, they never stay the same

Reviews

[Emerald Seas]

Edgy write. Can't argue with the scene, the imagery is all there. Sounds a bit down, emotion conveyed well... Or is it the lack of emotion, a void perhaps that is really coming across. A thoughtful piece. Reads well with coffee :)

[CoffeeInfused]

Not down, just a little irritable and observing what I saw and heard. I worked in a diner for several years, and I'm still a regular. I'm honestly a nighthawk, anytime I can't sleep I head to the local all-night diner for coffee, then end up spending a few hours there XD So I guess I'm really included in the poem as well