Terrace Grill

Posted: August 14, 2013 in literature, poetry
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American Diner

Amid the small milk

cartons and orange juice

bottles,

Mannish Mildred wipes counters,

complains about God, co-workers

and management

all in one breath.

Jesse goes about

his unobtrusive

regular cleanup w/quiet opinions

and intelligent

glances at the

customers.

Raphael

works his grill

giving half-discernible

phrases to anyone

within earshot,

his one good eye

scanning orders

and females.

The late night patrons

resembling better-left-dead

zombies, refuse

to stop moving or risk

collapsing on the spot.

And in the corner booth,

angels and auras

blazing overhead,

God sips His

coffee while reading

the ever depressing

news in

the daily paper.

Buddha plays

solitaire at the

breakfast bar,

while Jesus and Mohammed

play basketball

outside.

At the moment, Jesus leads.

Alpha & Omega

are still arguing

about who’s more important

and the Greco-Roman gods

are having the mother-of-all soirées

in the party room.

And finally,

the devil in

all his incarnations

enjoys a peaceful meal

of souls w/pie a-la-mode on the side.

But all this is

just par for the course

at Terrace Grill.

 

by

Rod C. Stryker

This poem was originally published in my award-winning book, Exploits of a Sun Poet (Pecan Grove Press).

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