breakfast at the diner

real coffee real food ... real!

breakfast at the diner

leaving was so much easier than returning

i had repressed my desires for freshly made coffee in a real cup.

and eggs, fresh eggs, freshly cooked and warm not room temp.

and that waitress ... well, what need i say

she had given to me a breath of fresh air unlike any other

it had been so easy to leave this hospital thang as she called it

it was not so easy to leave here'

'just one more cup ...  please' i asked in softened voice so as to not draw additional attention to myself.

'half cup honey ... and then you gotta scoot. can't have ya hang'in roun and distracting me anymore than you already have.' she replied as she poured just a little more than a half cup.

and then she winked ... again