Diners

I love a diner
I imagine them
All connected
Across this great sad country

How many mornings
Has America watched the rain
From booths, no station
With just one face
As just one nation?

Fat and salt
Are what people like
More often than liquor
More often than fights

Hi Sandy,
You do God's work.
I'll have the steak and eggs
Cooked how?
I mean it's gonna be
Whatever way Chef wants.
I like your laugh
And a cup of coffee
With half and half

I'm finished now
And the city plains
Are full of cows
And men in ties
Wide open space
And crowded skies