Along the Way
In Early morning the sun rises above the Delaware
to the east, deep blue purple. The sky changes in
minutes to pale blue, then yellow/orange until the
sun passes above the horizon. Streams of color
reflect off the smooth stainless-steel curvature
of the diner on the avenue named for the Rising Sun.
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Silver and red reflect images of sun/sky, of clouds
passing by. Art deco sign simply … Quaker. Fitting
for Philadelphia. As one opens the door the sound
of the heartbeat of city begins pulsing, red and blue
booths full, stools occupied as rhythm of dishes and
cups landing on tables fills the air. The song of the
waitresses and waiter, of hon, of sweetie, of babe
with the daily specials add to the orchestra of sounds.
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With every pass through the kitchen doors, songs of
spatulas, whips, pots and pans, rhythm of opening
closing. Strong rich fragrant odor of bacon, sausage
scrapple, pancakes, waffles and home fries permeate
the diner as the sounds of flatware resonates.
g emil reutter
Lawndale
