Day Nine, NaPoWriMo

Your travel companions must be chosen
with care and with the utmost discretion.
They will eat gladly at that small diner
with the giant pickup trucks parked out front
choosing to sit, not at the broad counter
despite the allure of the spinning stools,
but at a table befitting a guest.
All the regulars pour their own coffee
teasing the waitress, joking with the cook.
Kindly, the young waitress asks where we’re from
and asks then, is that near a place she knows.
The regulars eat their dinners, passing salt.
They point to pies, kept in a glass case and
turning to us, one says, you should have some.


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