{"id":28064,"date":"2016-08-14T06:56:05","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T10:56:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=28064"},"modified":"2016-08-14T06:56:27","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T10:56:27","slug":"28064","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/28064\/","title":{"rendered":"At the Diner"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the diner at 4 a.m.,<\/p>\n<p>cheesecake and coffee<\/p>\n<p>the brew so dusty sweet<\/p>\n<p>and the cake real ricotta.<\/p>\n<p>At the diner, we&#8217;d talk<\/p>\n<p>after the bars close<\/p>\n<p>and the beer wore off,<\/p>\n<p>and eat French fries<\/p>\n<p>or eggs and put dimes<\/p>\n<p>in the table top juke box,<\/p>\n<p>hear our favorite songs<\/p>\n<p>like Free bird and<\/p>\n<p>Sympathy for the Devil.<\/p>\n<p>And we&#8217;d splay our<\/p>\n<p>legs on long, red, vinyl<\/p>\n<p>seats sometimes cracked,<\/p>\n<p>our backs against booth<\/p>\n<p>walls of plastic sheen.<\/p>\n<p>At the diner, we&#8217;d hum<\/p>\n<p>the songs we heard at the<\/p>\n<p>bar we just left, our favorite<\/p>\n<p>local bands playing, while<\/p>\n<p>we drank Heineken and<\/p>\n<p>smoked Camel cigarettes,<\/p>\n<p>out back for a J or two.<\/p>\n<p>But under the bright lights<\/p>\n<p>of the diner til quarter to 7 or<\/p>\n<p>later, we&#8217;d laugh sometimes<\/p>\n<p>spitting our coffee or Pepsi<\/p>\n<p>at some stupid shit one of us<\/p>\n<p>said, and everything&#8217;s funny<\/p>\n<p>when you haven&#8217;t slept all night.<\/p>\n<p>At the diner, off the expressway,<\/p>\n<p>the waitresses know us, and<\/p>\n<p>bring us our eggs and toast<\/p>\n<p>the way we like them, sunny<\/p>\n<p>side up and easy tan and grape<\/p>\n<p>jelly in the little plastic peel off<\/p>\n<p>boxes, three or four of them.<\/p>\n<p>And every Friday and Saturday<\/p>\n<p>it was the same for us three,<\/p>\n<p>Deb, Jackie and me, at the diner.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At the diner at 4 a.m., cheesecake and coffee the brew so dusty sweet and the cake real ricotta. At the diner, we&#8217;d talk after the bars close and the beer wore off, and eat French fries or eggs and put dimes in the table&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28064","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28064","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=28064"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28064\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29944,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28064\/revisions\/29944"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=28064"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=28064"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=28064"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}