breakfast all day

the line outside
the Pocahontas restaurant
is long
in the warm morning sun.
beyond the street
is beach.
couples and
families, peer
impatiently into the window
which is stenciled with
Indians, old fort fences,
wild horses and pilgrims.
there is the foggy glaze
of grease on the other side.
breakfast all day
says the faded yellow
lettering, a foot high
quoted by hatchets.
from what you know of Pocahontas,
you don't remember
her being a breakfast
person.
there seems to be no mention
of scrambled eggs, bacon
and hash browns,
with unlimited coffee
in her wikepedia bio,
but she's getting it done
still, to this day.
children under twelve
eat free.