Poems

The Diner

  She was walking down a quiet alley. The wind blew her long brown hair into her face. The night was dark and cold. It was what you'd expect it to be on a mid fall night. She always loved fall. She loved the colors and the scents. The only bad thing about fall was the diner was busy. Her heels clicked on the concrete. Monday was never her favorite. She worked night shift on Mondays.
   She worked at a local diner, it was two blocks away from her apartment. She loved her job. However there were some things she didn't like. She hated the hours. She also hated the disrespect she got from other employees. Unfortunately, she had to stay. She had bills to pay.
  The diner was fairly small. It was originally built in 1905. It's only been renovated once, in 1985 when the kitchen burnt in an unexpected fire. It was nice and quiet. It was like a hidden gem to her.
  Most of the customers were elderlies. They brought their grandchildren with them. It seemed that only the elderly and their grandchildren came. The children loved her. She loved the children. They always gave her hugs and called her 'Auntie'. She smiled as she approached the small diner.
  She walked in to see only one customer. He was a regular who usually brought his 6 year old granddaughter. She looked at him and smiled.
"112 years this place has been going" the old man said with a smile.
"It was a good run" she said with a sad tone of voice. Knowing the diner she grew up in had closed down forever.