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Phyllis' Diner
Contributed by
sheilasin
on
Tuesday, 13th January 2004 @ 09:20:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
dedicatedpoems
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A greasy spoon for sure Open every day at four The truckers would come through the door And eat their steak and eggs The oil tankers hulking outside Deisel and corned beef hash I smell it in black and white Down the line A stone's throw from the industry of Everett In the shadow of the power plant And the LNG tanks Imagine my horror when it was gone The diner car dragged across the street Into a vacant lot Alongside a Jersey barrier Caution tape surrounding the area As an afterthought A gaping hole where it had been for years In my dreams this was the place Where Lyla Thunder the heroine of my As yet unpublished screenplay Took her coffee break In close proximity To the Sweetheart Bra Factory Her place of employment Phyllis' was the only choice To stare bleakly out the window and pine On company time Early morning Late at night It was comforting to know Phyllis kept the light on Fluorescent and dim as it was
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2004-01-13 21:20:34] (Date/Time posted on
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