All Comments on 'Boxed in a Boxcar Diner'

I should give you a 75 for de-caf, but since you have an excuse. If the writer of the previous "poem" happens to stop, this is also close to prose, but the Authour employs some poetic tricks - daily de-caf dose, buttered breakfast, Probing, piercing. And he gets a few bonus points if he answers this question: Where the hell is this Boxcar Diner? Are we talking the real railroad car type diner? Sheet steal? Haven't seen one in years.

Impressive toast-dose slant rhyme. I will have to remember that one.