small-town diner
she tells us we can take
any seat we like
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Jennifer Burd
Jennifer Burd has had poetry published in a variety of print and online journals, including Beloit Poetry Journal, Acorn, and Modern Haiku. She placed as a semifinalist in the World Monument Fund's 2012 haiku contest and tied for second place in Bluestem literary magazine's 2012 postcard poetry contest. She is the author of a book of poems, Body and Echo, and a book of creative nonfiction, Daily Bread: A Portrait of Homeless Men & Women of Lenawee County, Michigan. She works as an editor and writer for HighScope Educational Research Foundation in Ypsilanti, Michigan.
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Such a warm and inviting poem! Good feeling for the day!
How sweet to notice such natural, down-home generosity ? and to pass it on. Thank you.
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small-town diner
she tells us we can take
any seat we like
—JENNIFER BURD
I imagine diners to be highly bustling places from short orders very early morning to late night meals and dates and hang outs. I remember a 24 hour breakfast bar I used to frequent around 4am in the morning after nightclubbing. :-)
Now things are changing and I hope this diner is now making free take out breakfasts and lunches to the key workers such as health workers. That they can take phone and email orders for take out for the public too, to keep them just able to pay bills.
Wonderful haiku!
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Here's a monostich honoring both diners, their cooks and their short order cooking, and Edward Hopper too, of course. The artist who painted loneliness and isolation.
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Hopper diners the fading starlight short orders gather momentum
Alan Summers
proletaria politics philosophy phenomena
ed. Elancharan Gunasekaran (December 2019)
Thank you, everyone, for your comments! I enjoy your one-liner, Alan.
Thanks!
I've ended up doing short order cooking at home. Post-isolation I hope to show off my burgeoning skills to visiting haiku poets! One American haiku poet a while back enjoyed our cooking! :-)
Alan
empty senate
from my speakers
the wind’s sound