All Comments on 'Sunday Morning Diner'

You got me all drooling without a single mention of a solid food! But the memories: sounds lights and shades are there: "This memory/Snippet hovers in the/Smell of ground coffee,/Vinyl, and a chorus of /Tinkling spoons" (last two lines in the quote are my prsonal favorite).

You brouht the diner to my room - now what am I to do?

This poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>

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but this made me feel rather lonely. Another good one from you today.

This has a lovely snapshot quality to it, with good detail. Good job!