The Diner Poem by Monica M Engeler

I stood in front of a bus stop one night.
It seemed like hours waiting for a ride,
Which would take me to a local diner.
I was also with two friends on my right.

When the bus came, the three of us climbed inside.
I sat by the window.
The moon beamed above, lighting the sky,
It was a perfect way to end to the day with a ride.

I know something good is coming my way,
I know our plans are for a good dinner tonight,
I know these ideas can change right?
I know the three of us have a lot to say.

My two friends were talking near me,
They recapped the days adventure,
I closed my eyes for a few moments,
All I wished for was to dream and see.

In a short moment, I saw myself in a fantasy,
I was in a fairyland of mountains and lakes,
The air was clear and fresh in the valley,
I just danced around in ecstasy.

Our bus stopped with a loud screeching break,
The diner was right in front of the stop.
A large door opened wide,
And the three of us ran out excited about the steaks.

The spirit of the night opened wide,
A glass of red wine, and beer broke the silence,
The laughter of adventure stories sparked the party,
Then a Burger and fries were placed by my side.

I said that ideas might change,
I said something good was coming,
Those ideas and good things came
We all had a lot of stories to exchange.

The night was coming to an end now,
Our plates were all empty
And the bill paid.
It was time to leave with a bow.

Back to the night skies,
Our bus returned,
And took us back to our old local stop,
We said our goodbyes.

I was alone again,
I want to believe everything was good,
I believe it was that way to,
I believe tomorrow will be here again.

Goodnight my friends
I believe its meant that way.