This is about a restaurant I sometimes ate at while working in New Harmony, IN.
Sadly, it is no longer in business, at least not to my knowledge.
It seems as if some quaint
European cafe had been dropped
into the middle of a little Hoosier town.
The beige plaster walls,
Checkered table cloth
and green painted siding
invite them into a wondrous
little tea room, in an idyllic village,
or a bistro in rural France.
As I sit and eat my All-American meal
my mind takes flight to another world.
My mind goes off to some foreign land,
a squeeze box playing while young lovers
walk along exchanging dreamy glances.
I like the vivid description followed by the cute revelation at the end.
Got me thinking about those strangely foreign restaurants that I've been in during my travels in the kind of food and ambience delivered.
My cousin out in California opened one in the shopping center called, The Gingham Gal. It lasted only a short time when her stepson and his wife's management drove it into the ground.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Got me thinking about those strangely foreign restaurants that I've been in during my travels in the kind of food and ambience delivered.
My cousin out in California opened one in the shopping center called, The Gingham Gal. It lasted only a short time when her stepson and his wife's management drove it into the ground.
Ron