Day Eleven, NaPoWriMo

On the road today, and there’s just nothing like a real, good diner.

Halfway from home we stop,
the classic diner
with all day breakfast
lunch and dinner
the walls covered
with offerings
a board of specials
pot pies, mac ‘n’ cheese,
and trendy avocado
Regulars and wayfarers
counter sitters and booths
large mugs of coffee,
one refill included.

For the record, Mom had a reuben (served with a small mason jar of extra russian dressing) and I had a specials board sandwich: smoked turkey, pepperjack cheese, lettuce, tomato, avocado and chipotle mayo on grilled sturdy bread.

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3 Responses to Day Eleven, NaPoWriMo

  1. Rebecca in SoCal says:

    Actual Russian dressing? That’s hard to find these days; most reubens I’ve eaten lately have been made with Thousand Island.

  2. Kristin says:

    Wow! That is a full plate. The poem and the picture made me hungry.
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