[I didn’t intend this as a “country music” type poem,
but it ends up sounding like that. This is a real place
where I love to go with my husband.]
Come on down to the Double J Cafe!
The people are friendly, and the grub is great.
The lady at the counter says “How do you do?”
“The special we have is made just for you.”
There’s a fire burnin’ on a wintry night,
Gas, not wood, but it still feels right.
No TVs blaring, no ads on a screen,
Just the radio playin’; a happy scene.
The food is delicious, even cheesecake.
The man in the cowboy hat had a slice to take.
They’re not open daily, just four days a week,
And if family’s sick, they have a bad streak.
Just feels like home, from long ago.
And they play the old songs, with 60s tempo.
It’s probably all just an innocent dream,
In cities, people murdered, while politicians scheme.
But I still think that heaven is a place where there’ll be
Good food, warmth, and laughter, and a grand happy scene.
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