The truck driver
used to saunter in
3:00 am cheerful
but jonesing for coffee
to chase the eggs and bacon
He had multiple refills
and seemed oblivious
to the random drunks
stumbling in
for past closing time munchies
a young couple
feuding over something
or probably nothing
but we’re all condemned
to listen to the hot mess
they call their lives
a baker drops in
for breakfast
consuming fuel
to go make the donuts
too many people
order sunny side up eggs
to divert attention
from the far less
than sunny side up lives
we seem to be living
I take a quick restroom break
I wash my hands
and the busboy washes
the white powder residue
from under his nose
another couple comes in
two more orders sunny side up
but a hesitant drunk wants eggs
as scrambled as his brain
He orders scrapple which
is dear to my heart
the graveyard shift
it does keep you on your toes
however predictable
it always seems to be