Small Town, Local Café

Part 1 in a series of Father's Day-inspired writing- 06-12-25

There's a charm to the place

Where you meet each face

With a smile and “mornin’ to you!”,

Where the coffee drips hot,

And there's always a pot

Of the traditional morning brew.

And the scent on the air

Greets your face fair and square-

That of bacon, frying crisp in the pan,

Pancakes stacked high,

Eggs and hash browns nearby,

Hearty choices for the hungriest man.

While the food is great,

And the price really rates,

And the service smiles and bids the time of day,

There's a warmth for the heart

In that early morning start

In a small town, roadside, local café.

For nostalgia takes my mind

To the long ago times-

Eatin’ places with my Gramps and Dad,

They could always find a place,

And a long, lost face,

And a hot, tasty breakfast to be had.

Oh there's a charm to the place

With a smiling, serving face,

And a plate full of sausages and ‘cakes,

Join the crowd with a smile,

Ease a long, lonesome mile,

It's the small things in life that it takes.

(Written because Father's Day takes my mind to childhood days and memories of yore.)

Robyn Schultz