The Dust Devil Diner

It’s running late

Image generated using Midjourney, edited by Jim Dutton

At the far end of a lonely ride
I stopped at a diner for a bite to eat
and suffered the scrutiny of those inside
as I strolled to the bar to find my seat.

The barman asked, “What’ll ya have, son?”
“A brew and a menu to start,” I said
he drew two pints and held onto one
while swabbing sweat from…