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.
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