If I grow old and find myself alone, I will take my breakfasts slowly At Denny's.
I'll sit quiet at the counter On a swivel chair and Wait for a waitress' hand On my shoulder As she fills my coffee up.
I'll make small talk and hope to hear, "How was your breakfast, my dear?"
And I will remember my wife And miss my family, And wonder what's left for an old man... Knowing better times have come and gone, But thankful, for a little while, The comfort in a waitress' smile.
(Props to Tawnia and her crew, Breakfast at Denny's, Billings, MT, August 12, 2012)