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.