the high school haunt
a table-sized jukebox
and plates filled with comfort.
The past lies in wait
memories crystallized
surface for examination
the tea brings back those hours spent
in youthful gossip and rebellion
this section smoking that one not
watered down coffee and pies all made with creme.
Friendships forged over scratched up tables
worn out benches and short order specials.
Recognition comes when least expected
the cook from Madrid has you detected
and the connection you assumed was lost
comes rushing back with no forethought
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