Short Order Cook by atmtx
The Five and Dime
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Slinging breakfast for the past twenty five years
in this coffee stained counter topped
tin can diner
the grease stained fluttering
from the guttural
uttering
of his golden brown
hash browned
hands
Her Two Cents
Assumptions surround the familiar in our lives: the patter of the letter-carrier’s footfalls, the receptionist’s voice at the hair salon, the way our favorite breakfast is prepared at the local diner. As creatures of habit, we barely recognize our routines until something changes. The receptionist takes another job, the letter-carrier gets promoted, and the short order cook takes a much deserved vacation to visit someone he hasn’t seen in a very long time. It’s at that moment we notice, and realize, the humanity behind it all.
