Moe's Diner

everyone

needs a corner diner.

an old place

that should have been

torn down years ago,

but still serves

a decent breakfast,

brought to your table by

a busty woman

with red hair

named Marge.

you need the skinny guy

in the back,

with a paper hat,

working the skillet.

still rattled by war or something

in his childhood.

but he knows how

to flip and egg or

flap jack.

his bacon is perfect.

and the coffee keeps coming.

there's a juke box

on the table

with songs by Elvis

and Nancy Sinatra.

Mel Haggard.

it takes nickels and dimes,

quarters.