Truck stop coffee in a styrofoam cup Idling on a burner late into the evening Has a caffeinated timeless quality to it Much like the elderly lady at the register Who watches wearily the wandering aisles Of road dusted bodies pouring black coffee Into white cups that cost a dollar and change No matter where in the country you are The drink itself always tastes the same Slightly burnt yet mellow not unpleasant For the weaker souls there’s always creamer Non-dairy in plastic cups and sugar In a dirty shaker that would fail inspection Anywhere other than the time stopped station In the middle of nowhere on a dark road That’s still serving the same coffee My grandfather probably drank on his travels Maybe the connection is a memory Transcending time and location Running deep through bitter grinds percolating
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Reminds me why I never drank coffee! Well done.
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It’s great! For me it hold memories as much as drinking it for the drink
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Too good 😶✌✌
As usual awesome 🤩
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Thank you!
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You nailed this one! But I miss the old diners we used to stop by on cross country trips. One of my favorite memories is traveling w husband snd three kids and a dog in a 66 mustang. Somewhere between Houston and VT, we stopped. We all ordered the blue plate special that included an ice cream sundae. About five minutes later the meal, drinks and sundaes all arrived and were put on our table at the same time. The kids just looked at us, so funny. Great memory
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That’s a fantastic memory! Thanks for giving me a chuckle.
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Thanks for reading😀
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This coffee is stuck in a time loop. 🙂 Wonderfully written!
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It certainly tastes that way. That you!
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Haha! I’m sure it does.
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This is so good, I wish I wrote it.
It has a timeless quality.
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Go find yourself an out of the way truck stop and get inspired 😄
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Very atmospheric, great poem 😀
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That perfectly captures road trips I took as younger man- before coffee was a thing. Thanks!
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I’m pretty sure truck stop coffee has existed since the dawn of time.
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I remember my grandfathers old car breaking down right near an old diner and him happy because at least he could get a cup of coffee.
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I mean it makes a crappy situation better from experience.
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