Seeking Solace At The Waffle House Poem by Vince Rogers

Seeking Solace At The Waffle House



I needed to hear old familiar jukebox music

I needed to hear a sweet voice call me 'Hon’'

I needed the comfort of scrambled eggs with cheese

I needed scattered hash browns, golden like the midday sun

I needed to commiserate with fellow late-night travelers

I needed to watch the grill-man send smoke signals into the night

I needed to smile across the room to a weary stranger

I needed a warm hearted waitress to make my burden feel light

I needed somebody to really care if I was hungry

I needed somebody who was concerned if my cup was full

I needed to be seated in a clean booth way in the back

I needed to take a break from this great burden I pull

I needed fresh syrup on my table without asking for it

If I asked for it, I needed strawberry jelly if I so desired

I needed somebody to ask 'Are you doin’ okay tonight Hon’? ? ? ? '

I needed to feel like somebody cared, even if nobody inquired

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