Dawn at the Waffle House
The official Waffle House “Good morning!”
This morning is a barely audible solo
An exhausted night-shift-ending yawn-out
From a waitress who has served eight hours of hope
The morning cops, all uniformed and young
Pop in to caffeinate; an old man owns
His corner booth, still searching for the truth
And a signal among the fluorescents
*The celebrant elevates the coffee ***
And now the sun will rise, the night will pass
And all will celebrate this morning mass
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 5:44 PM UTC
Dawn at the Waffle House
The official Waffle House “Good morning!”
This morning is a barely audible solo
An exhausted night-shift-ending yawn-out
From a waitress who has served eight hours of hope
The morning cops, all uniformed and young
Pop in to caffeinate; an old man owns
His corner booth, still searching for the truth
And a signal among the fluorescents
*The celebrant elevates the coffee ***
And now the sun will rise, the night will pass
And all will celebrate this morning mass