Friday, September 13, 2013


 

 

Today I am putting up another segment of my new poem, “Breakfast Chronicles”.
 
Molly O’s is where the problems of the world are solved in York Beach, Maine. It is strictly a breakfast place, so if the great issues aren’t resolved between 5-11am, the world must wait another day.

Locals, tourists, young and old, all gather here throughout the summer and early fall. Don’t expect to find lattes and seventeen types of coffee here. This is a good, old-fashioned, place for American eating.
 
And don’t be surprised if you see a dozen people waiting outside for tables if you sleep in until 8:30 or 9:00. 
 
Glenn K. Currie

 

Breakfast at Molly-O’s (York Beach, ME)

 

A sitting Senator from another state

Stands outside with the tourists,

Waiting patiently to find a seat.

Inside, bacon hisses at eggs

Born abruptly into their midst.

Pancakes emerge slowly from bowls of batter,

English muffins emigrate to breakfast platters,

And a variety of miniature cereal boxes

Huddle unnoticed on a high shelf.

In a far corner, an invading army of eight

Gives orders to a waitress

Fresh from the chaos of eleventh grade.

Across the table a three-year-old eats French toast

With bare hands that then hug her father.

 
Copyright 2013 Glenn K. Currie