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Phyllis' Diner
Contributed by
sheilasin
on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 09:20:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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A greasy spoon for sure
Open every day at four
The truckers would come through the door
And eat their steak and eggs
The oil tankers hulking outside
Deisel and corned beef hash
I smell it in black and white
Down the line
A stone's throw from the industry of Everett
In the shadow of the power plant
And the LNG tanks
Imagine my horror when it was gone
The diner car dragged across the street
Into a vacant lot
Alongside a Jersey barrier
Caution tape surrounding the area
As an afterthought
A gaping hole where it had been for years
In my dreams this was the place
Where Lyla Thunder the heroine of my
As yet unpublished screenplay
Took her coffee break
In close proximity
To the Sweetheart Bra Factory
Her place of employment
Phyllis' was the only choice
To stare bleakly out the window and pine
On company time
Early morning
Late at night
It was comforting to know
Phyllis kept the light on
Fluorescent and dim as it was
Copyright ©
sheilasin
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2004-01-13 21:20:34] (Date/Time posted on
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