Seated at the counter…..calling for the death of Dennis DeYoung…..these are not the best of times….

The old Greek serves a cheese danish….a cup of light and sweet….the #2 keeps rolling above….

He calls out, Bacon and cheese….soft….roll, the voice doesn’t quiver; money in spotted hands; nothing shakes….

The place isn’t clean….not spotless….smells of sausage….garlic…spilt wine….eggs fried in butter….

I love it…