Gin and Diner Food
It was during the night
I sat at the diner
a meal that was light
since midnight was here.
I needed to go
so, I tried an excuse
a sort of low blow
to get me far away.
I walked right back in
thought I’d try one more time
and took me some gin
and took a crack at the night.
©2020 C Bialczak

Might be my current mood, but I detected a note of loneliness in your poem Christine.
Thanks for playing along.
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Probably a touch of my winter blues I suppose…
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I liked it though
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Thanks
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