All Comments on 'Breakfast at the Wee Bee Diner'

very astute observations in this one...what power demon alcohol excises over too many lives :( excellent poem, d'maas :rose:

maria

This is a good one.

word counts in this poem. bravo.

Maria! You took the words out of my mouth! I have met many like this- ladies, too. Aahhh... the choices we make! Good job, Darkmaas! Thanks!

"maggots crawl

behind those sad sack eyes" made me shiver. The whole poem is spare - no wasted words. Perfect.

Yup... it's the line about the maggots that tattoos this onto our minds forever. Garrison Keillor has a Lake Wobegon character named "Mr. Bergey" who could be your man. It's an archetype, isn't it? Well crafted.

Over the hill and under the bottle

And the waitress shows wisdom beyond her years.