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last night's dream

Layers of voices

fill what little space is open.

My apron is filthy,

worn,

from coffee and syrup

and another sleepness night at the diner.

 

As my pen hits the pad

I'm dizzy with commotion --

               grills sizzle,

                   plates crash,

                       menus open,

                           mouths chomp.

Someone shouts at me.

I reach for the decaf

but my feet won't move.

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Melissa Gentile

Tue 21st Feb 2017 22:50

There's something about the chaos of a diner that lends well to poetry. Thanks so much for the feedback! ?

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Tue 21st Feb 2017 22:45

by this dream I know we have dreamed together before,I only wish there was more to this poem , look forward to more writes enjoyed the day dream with you as I read this.

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Stu Buck

Tue 21st Feb 2017 11:05

like this a lot. i really think diners and dreams are two of my favourite subjects when it comes to writing, especially after mulholland drive and twin peaks brought both together so brilliantly.

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