Lunch at a small diner in the Midwest.

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Lunch Time

Just down the street

from Adrian’s Skelley Station

the dying diner

opens for lunch.

Regulars sit elbow to elbow

around the scarred stained

Formica top counter

on wobbly stools

that have long stopped

swiveling.

Outside a line stretches

halfway down the block.

It’s a simple menu

Maid Rite burger-

a loose meat sandwich

made of finely ground hamburger

cooked and piled on a bun,

then served with mustard,

pickles or chopped onions.

A bag of chips and a Coke on

the side.

“I’ve been coming here for 30

years,’ says one patron.

“Best darn burgers in

McDonough County.”

The waitress smiles and takes

another order.

What’s tradition and history,

got to do with it, she thinks

When she’s making two dollars

an hour plus tips?

It’s only a burger for crying

out loud.

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Comments (6)
  • papaleng on Apr 6, 2009

    nicely written and the story is so vividly told.

  • clay hurtubise on Apr 6, 2009

    Yummy one! Serving memories for $2/hour! :)
    Thanks,
    Clay

  • Reilley on Apr 6, 2009

    Exceptional as always, my friend.

  • Juhls on Apr 6, 2009

    I’m hungry with nostalgia! Great piece. Excited to read more of your pieces, especially about your experiences and perspectives from Asia.

  • Kate Smedley on Apr 7, 2009

    Excellent piece of writing, I love the ending, it puts it all in perspective, please keep sharing.

  • CutestPrincess on Apr 9, 2009

    interesting story… nice one!

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