The Silver Grill

It was small; a cafe, a diner called The Silver Grill

there were no tables

two aisles with booths

divided by a half-wall and plastic plants

the jukebox sparkled by the front entrance

the ladies room was down stairs

those stairs were old and sloping

unsure if the building was going to fall over

when you went down those stairs

the food was the best

we stopped there often on our way home from school

on a cold winter’s day for a plate of fries,

a coke and a song or two in the jukebox

the fire that took it away, took away another place from my youth

but the beautiful memories are still here!


5 thoughts on “The Silver Grill

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s