Breakfast At Jim’s Poem by Marilyn Lott

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!