The Diner

Found this little ol diner

Tell ya friend aint none finer

Slip on down the road

Sit down take off a load

Waitress name is Red

Bun of hair high on her head

Can I get you some coffee?

Or a hot cup of Tea?

She says with a wink of her eye

How about it Sweetie Pie?

I smile and play our game

Every day it goes just the same

Today is like all the rest

I say a "sheepherders breakfast"

Don't bother me with a menu

Just a coffee and a piece of ewe

Her eyes twinkle, smile really big

Her cheeks blush red like her wig

She brings my regular plate

And not a second too late

Open up, slide down the hatch

Home cookin, there aint no match

Bacons a bit greasy

2 brown eggs over easy

Sourdough toast with melted butter

My heart slows to a sputter

But I feel real content

My pants big and baggy as a tent

One more cup of Joe

To gulp as I go

A wink to Big Red

And a tip of my head

She knows I'll be back

Cause she has that knack

Of a smile when it's right

And keepin it light

A warm friendly face

In this cute little place

No son there ain't no finer

Than my favorite diner