In a Diner

The menu: a dozen slick pages.
The venue: wood tables and chairs.
From breakfast to dinner
You’ll never get thinner
With food that a diner prepares.

The choices: from eggs to paninis.
The voices: from hushed to guffaws.
There’s no place instead
I would rather break bread
And the answer to why? is because…

It’s a place meant for every consumer
With the space to relax and to schmooze.
Never fancy or rich
It’s a restaurant which
Serves you coffee, a malted or booze.

You can keep all your Michelin ratings
And those steeply exorbitant bills.
Slap a sandwich and fries
Down in front of my eyes
In a diner – for me, that fulfills.