BLAKE'S CURBSIDE CAFE
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2006
a poem by ~jwf~
BLAKE's CURBSIDE CAFE
Diner, diner, neon bright
in our forage of the night
what about a ham on rye
chocolate shake and apple pie
Diner, diner, twenty-four seven,
all good hot dogs go to heaven
forego your burgers and your fries
gimme steak and kidney pies