Breakfast Served All Day
I love the warm feels and sweet aromas
I love the chatter and expectation
The clanging of dishes is the background music
The menu explains our current situation
Hot cup in hand the day lies ahead
It’s a good day for dreams to come true
With a loud “Order Up” they yell it out
And the cooks lay down a feast for you
We ignore sticky floors for smiles instead
It’s the local diner where patrons are fed
Old friends reunite and the new are made
And over these tables good plans are laid
The waitress calls you honey and baby
And keeps your coffee cup hot and full
But this crew has seen some crazy stuff
So mind yourself, they don’t take no bull
It’s the local house, kitchen, or hut
Where breakfast is served all day
You either get it or you don’t understand
The importance of this southern mainstay
- Author: MDStone ( Offline)
- Published: December 12th, 2021 12:00
- Category: Unclassified
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