Autumn Sunrise at a Port Richey Diner – From the Archive

The “R” in the neon “Diner” flashes intermittently
with that annoying buzz of a busy bee;
the sun is rising over Florida flatlands
dawn now causing the shadows to flee

illuminating a rising tide in the Pithlachascotee
and a sheen on the window
through which the white aproned cook
is staring blankly at a U.S. highway. 

The sign winks, blinks and goes dark
amid a coming change of shift
as the lone cook removes his white apron
leaning forward awhile as if cut at the nape

dreaming of his father
 long gone in Ann Arbor
wondering if the leaves have yet turned
where they used to fish along the Huron.

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P.S.- Everyone in Florida is from somewhere else

About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Autumn Sunrise at a Port Richey Diner – From the Archive

  1. beetleypete says:

    A classic American diner, and I can just picture that wistful cook, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. GP says:

    I miss diners like this!! They had the best food!!

    Like

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