The Bluebird Cafe Poem by cheryl davis miller

The Bluebird Cafe



At the Blue Bird Cafe,
many years ago.
A stranger stopped in,
for a cup of jō.

The owner looking up,
from behind the grill.
Wondered if the stranger,
would pay for his meal.

At the counter all the regulars,
gave him the eye.
As he asked for a coffee,
and a slice of pie.

Lillie served the stranger,
with a wink and a smile.
The stranger thought,
'I might just stay here a while.'

But then Lillie's fella
the sheriff of the town;
walked through the door
and gave the stranger a frown.

He'd noted out-of-state licence
on the coupé de ville.
Now he watched the strange behavior
of his girlfriend Lil.

The sheriff eyed the stranger
as he sat down real slow.
Hoping that the stranger would just
pay up and go.

The stranger looked at Lil and said,
'It's up to you girl
you can stay here forever
or give me a whirl.'

Lil thought for a minute
then untied her apron strings
laid it down on the counter
with her engagement rings.

Grabbed her bag and followed
the stranger out the door.
They jumped into the coupe
and pushed the pedal to the floor.

They buzzed on out of town
past the city limits sign.
With the sheriff on their tale
they peeled across the county line.

The sheriff came to his senses
and thought, ' I've gone to far
I can't go any further
in this county sheriff car.'

So he turned to go back
just threw the towel in.
Knowing he might never see
his Lil again.

All my life I've heard this story
it's been recounted to me.
How my mama met my daddy
back in 53.

They both say this story happened
just as I have told.
How they met and married
and together grew old.

It happened in that little town
near the Ohio.
At the Blue Bird Cafe
many years ago.

c.d.m. 12-6-09

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