Little local diner

Dishwasher has a cold

Sue behind the fryer

Mugs are rather chipped and old

Love this little diner

Everyone knows your name

Classic rock on the radio

Menu stays the same

Smell of pancakes and eggs

Old man in the corner complains about his legs

History of America fills the corners of this place

Polish, Black, White, Mexican, a smile on every face

Religion and politics are discussed here, no one cares what side you’re on

Because we are all sitting in the same boat and life in a simple American diner just moves on