The oversight of day.
The thinkers living on caffeine.
The poets and playwrights. The
The oppressed and faithful. They
all come to the Midnight Diner.
A box car express rumbles by as cars
with dents and paint scrubbed by
desert winds breach the dirt parking lot,
gliding over pot holes and crushed
beer cans.
Neon signs flash hot food
over dirty windshields. A flash of
music escapes the diner door. Cigarette
smoke and burnt steak with onions
merge into a welcoming aroma.
Patrons of the night find a seat.
Roger Singer 