I crossed the bridge on Route 66
Over the deeply frozen river
The air was cold and icy
It could make a polar bear shiver
I needed a cup of hot coffee
Or perhaps three or four
And a breakfast fit for a king
With what winter had in store
I saw the sign immediately
‘Jim’s’ was up in large print
Yes, I thought, that’s the place
It seemed to be heaven sent
Ahhh yes, I thought gratefully
My fingers wrapped around the cup
I closed my eyes and carefully
Began to sip that hot coffee up
A steaming breakfast was to follow
Delicious, every single bite
I ate bacon, eggs & hashbrowns
With toast till they were out of sight
So this winter when it’s icy cold
Take my advice, my friend
Take a drive and spend some time
Having a hot breakfast at Jim’s!
The bacon n eggs, hashbrowns and toast at Jim's for sure - they are the most! Not just in the winter, but (all year round) - for breakfasts you bet - 'i would be found'! Swell read Marilyn! *10* Best wishes! Friend Thad
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Seems like a hearty warm breakfast perfect for a cold day