There’s something about 2am Denny’s,
That I could never put to words,
That could obliviate the worst of the night,
And give you exactly what you deserve,
Like hash browns and eggs to soak up regret,
Or a patty melt devoured without reserve
(that’ll get that taste out of your mouth),
Or just something wholesome for your nerves,
Like a cuppa, or maybe some juice,
For those moments even cigarettes can’t cure.
The food’s not like Mum’s, I’ll concur,
But it’ll do for an emergency,
But she’da died of shame to see us now,
And the diner is always there.
Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Food” as part of their Poetics Series, celebrating the eternal poetic subject of succulent food.
2am food — carbs and fat, with a side of comfort. so evocative.
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Such an atmosphere evoked, and so real…
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Fun poem. Favorite line: “For those moments even cigarettes can’t cure.” I used to love going to Dennysian diners with a cohort after the bars closed.
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Denny’s is BEST at 2AM.
Great stuff
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I had a group of Denny’s buddies in early college!!! Such memories! Love your poem!
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Happy new year. Nothing like comfort food from your favourite places.
Much love
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As I read your line about a cuppa I recall that I have a cuppa in the microwave. Been sitting there while I wrote my poem for today. I’m sure ready for it. But going out to eat would be nice. Yep I’d like to take a backbooth with you.
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I love the longing and nostalgia in your poem. Denny’s will do in a pinch, but will never match our mother’s cooking!
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Man, Masa. This brings back memories! I used to go to Denny’s at all hours of the night with my friends in college – it was such a treat for us 🙂
❤
David
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How I love the idea of late-night-diner style redemption!
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Love this, and done it many times, although it wasn’t at a Denny’s.
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This brings back all those times when you were younger and hungry (again) at 2AM, maybe on your way home.
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Love this especially; “Like hash browns and eggs to soak up regret, or a patty melt devoured without reserve.” 🙂
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