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Dive Diners

Eerie
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Poetry Contest

What is your favorite, most frequented Dive Diner

Write a fun poem about your favorite dive diner. Add a photo for bonus points!

1. One entry per dinner guest
2. New poems only
3. No rules on style or length
4. Three weeks
5. HAVE FUN!

Ahavati
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o O! Yaaaaas! This peaks my creativity! <3

Eerie
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The Waffle House

It was the place to congregate.
Teenagers smoking, drinking coffee,
planning characters for D&D.

Twenty-one, last call.
A sobering experience at 2 am:
drunk monkeys walking out,
forgetting the tab.

A booth to myself, nothing
but time on my hands:
musing about why I still come here.
Twenty-three years and I still order
the same thing.

This place is old as a fossil:
but no one does it like Awful Waffle.
Written by Eerie
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Eerie
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Ahavati said:o O! Yaaaaas! This peaks my creativity! <3

Lol I'm glad to hear. I love a good dive diner.  I don't go to bars anymore, but I have never been one to turn my nose up at a semi-seedy dive restaurant, bar or otherwise. I've stood at the perimeter of such places and watched some pretty ridiculous (and entertaining) things go down.

Kinkpoet
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Diner Dinner

apron and hairnet
we had never met
 
name-tag said 'Flo'
her presence made my heart go
 
the spoon was greasy
her voice uneasy
 
the coffee warm and brown
she wore no crown
 
waiting a while
to see her smile
 
atmosphere busy
she makes me dizzy
 
the food unremarkable
her wit incredible
 
savoring every bite  
of love at first sight
 
(C) 2020 Raibeart Bruis
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Eerie
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Love it, KP! Thanks for your entry!

Bluevelvete
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one duel straw'd strawberry milkshake and other tales...


  
Daddy would do his favorited  
down pat impressive    
swivel hip'd N' sing of    
"Love me Tender"    
or "Teddy Bear "    
From as far back    
as my little devoted mind    
can unfurl and find    
Cherished so,    
and proudly in tempo;    
those sing-a-longs with him    
and The King—were everything    
An Elvis's swagger,    
never appeared any better—    
Oh how those repeated flashbacks prevail,    
to leave such indelible,    
influential marks;    
He'd constant remind    
of just how slick and cool    
those 50's styled diners supplied    
jukeboxes pon tableside,    
tunes you select (B12) for a baddest boy croon
or to savour one duel straw'd
milkshake for two
~strawberry, of course~
To meet as a high school group    
or bring a date to snuggle deep    
in a couples only 'makeout' booth;    
Burgers were so gooey cheesy,    
fries were salted in no cares aplenty    
and the innocence of Elvis's "Teddy Bear    
STILL it clings so very viscerally,    
throughout all the ambiance'd
grease scented air    
   
   
   
"Order Up!"    
... will alway remind,    
Oh those memories, vivid and clear...  
   
   
   
   
   
   
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Eerie
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What fun memories, Blue! Thanks for participating in the comp!

Ahavati
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The Ecstasy of Gold II

Arrival from Heathrow Airport, England
—Atlantic City International Airport,  
New Jersey, 1974, 03:00 Hours

 
The brown station wagon  
bulleted southward
becoming a très grande vitesse
through sleeping suberbs and cities
 
Comets of street-lights  
illuminated dirty windows
where I pretended to sleep  
cradled in an incubator of glass—
a rusted, oil-leaking nest
 
There's no lullaby  
like rubbered-asphalt  
between dark routes  
of small, uknown towns
cigarettes glowing  
between parental talons

 
Dictators, kidnappers of youth  
from motherland and friends
The rustle of refreshment bags. . .  
pepsi and egg-salad sandwiches
curled from their front seat  
 
Somewhere in the concrete tundra
of this god forsaken land
thrust upon me like a beehive
hairdo for school photographs

was something resembling a past  
 
Hours later, another day
broke the horizon of monotony;
the bullet slowed, turned
into a parking lot of familiarity—
 
S  T U C  K  Y  S
King George, Virgina, 07:00 hours
 
where did I know this from. . .  
 
Its aisles were bright and welcoming
from a post-adolescence crisis. . .
souveniers, somewhat seedy bathrooms
typical diner food: pancakes, eggs, orange juice
 
Getting back into the car, my father winked
handed me a pecan nut log with creamed nougat!
Now that I remembered. . .
it was the first time I'd smiled  
in weeks of boxes and goodbyes  
 
Listen...I heard this once  
and it's as close as it gets
to the truth:  
 
When feeling lost  
and unable to belong;  
when too young to run
or nowhere to go. . .
certain places and food  
will always bring you home

~
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Eerie
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Thank you, Ahavati for this nostalgic peek into your childhood memories!

slipalong
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Bitten

Too young to question, my society
as we heard the bombers drone    
huddled cold and cramped, listened for the distant thud
hot ash melting holes, in the soft white snow  
as brave, as brave could be, sitting on my mothers knee  
   
And I still feel the pangs of hunger    
like a gulls harsh call  
its urgency, for that alarm cannot be stalled  
borne the cross that gnaws, and dreamed    
of the Golden Arches    
   
The potholed road in Sarajevo's hell  
at the end of snipers alley  
I dreamed. as dusty masonry fell  
the dream of manna in a bun  
and the life before atrocities begun
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Eerie
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Thank you for your entry, slip.

Honoria
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El Greco!

Was not the name of this diner.

I don’t recall its name anymore.
It was torn down over twenty years ago.

Strangely-
given its prime real estate locale,
nothing has been built in its place.

What’s left are open space memories by those of us who frequented it in its hey day.

I remember its dark faux paneled walls. The fake Corinthian leather seats that made your thighs sweat in summer. Chipped linoleum table tops always sticky from who knows what.

If the cigarette smell didn’t offend you, the sour smell of drunken twenty-somethings choking down over cooked eggs and burned toast to sober up before heading home, would.

God, how I miss this place-
whose name I can’t remember.

The wee hours spent discussing a successful night bar hopping.

Intense conversations of potential relationships that would never happen.

Inevitably we couldn’t read the name that went with the scored number. Or, the lipstick used to write the digits bled and now it was anyone’s guess if it was a three or a five.

The old timers always sat at the counter stools nursing their coffee and pastry.

The college set always convened at the tables in the center- as if prepping for their future board room meetings.

The waitresses were as worn out as the filthy carpeting, but they enjoyed the hubbub of youthful energy despite dismal tips.

Good times, bad times,
tears or laughter-events that shaped who we eventually
became were all part of this diner.

Whose name I can’t...






SLEEPY TIME DINER!


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Eerie
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Thank you, Honoria for your entry in the comp!

cloventongue89
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Highway Co-pilot

 
Strange it seems to think
A chain of dive diners and yet one so unique
For all the booths frequented and memories made
Only one sticks out most in my mind for which my heart strayed
Lost and found in common place
Truck stop slumbering next door to a dream come true
Homeless beside heartache, for love and belonging
Whether at a diner or car ride karaoke
Anywhere is home when I'm with you
We made up the magic as we went
From broke and broken to something God sent
Next door neighbors of employment
Our bond forged in and out of the establishment
How I think of how this began
Who might've known where we would be now
Learning to live all over again
In love evermore, we find our way somehow
More than mere enchantment
But the substance we find through every trial
Truck-stop hybrid to nourishment
On this road called life, you're my rest stop at every mile...
Written by cloventongue89 (Nathaniel Peter)
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