Breakfast At La Madeleine Poem by Bill Grace
Breakfast At La Madeleine
McNay days almost always start
With breakfast at La Madeleine
A chance to start the day a lettle better
The dance of fireplace flame
Perhaps chord wrapping of the chairs
Classic displacing Muzak
Warmth of egg and ham set against quiche pastry
Or pouring self a steaming cup of the coffee of a better sort
I can not tell you why for sure
But the day starts better
With breakfast at La Madeleine.
Oh, I can smell the bacon, steam rising from the tea and that crisp sound of a knife across warm toast. All that in sumptuous surroundings with fine music too. Drooling is not good for the keyboard!
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