Diner, a poem
Posted on 2011/05/16
The time has come to say goodbye, our plates empty except for our greasy napkins.
Comrades, you on my left, balding,middle-aged guy with a ponytail, and you, Lefty, there on my right, though we barely spoke I feel our kinship.
You were steadfast in passing the ketchup, the salt and pepper, no man
could ask for better companions.
Lunch is over, the cheese-burger and fries, the Denver sandwich, the counter nearly empty.
Now we must go our separate ways. Not a fond embrace, but perhaps a hearty handshake. No? Well then, farewell. It is unlikely I’ll pass this way again.
Unlikely we will all meet again on this earth, to sit together beneath the neon and fluorescent calmly sipping our coffee, like the sages sipping their tea underneath the willow,
sitting quietly, saying nothing.
by Louis Jenkins
I created this mosaic using bighugelabs.com/ below
are links to the Photographs of these wonderful photos:
Photographs of these wonderful photos:
1. Diner, 2. Turning the Tables, 3. Red Rabbit Donuts at Summermoon, 4. Andy J. Scott, 5. Lemon Tea before chopped, 6. Chipotle Black Bean Burrito, 7. Middlebury, Vermont: Steve's Park Diner, 8. Tip, 9. Brite Spot, 10. Poblano Chick(pea) Patties, 11. Vegan Pumpkin Cheesecake, 12. Vegan Tuna Salad, 13. Phở Long14. Not available15. Not available16. Not available