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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