They sat in an abandoned luncheonette
Sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces in the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant in "this man's army"
He was old and crusty.
She was twenty when the diner was a baby.
He was the dishwasher, busy in the back, his hands covered with gravy
Hair black and wavy
Brilliantine slick, a pot-cleaning dandy
He was young and randy.
Day to day, to day today
Then they were old, their lives wasted away
Month to month, year to year
They all run together
Time measured by the peeling of paint on the luncheonette wall.
They sat together in the empty diner
Filled with cracked china
Old news was blowing across the filthy floor
And the sign on the door read "this way out", that's all it said
That's all it said...
Mural of a steamboat, on the Anchor Grill, Covington, Kentucky
"The main dining room has working personal jukeboxes at every table, and throw a buck in the big one by the front door and a puppet band that's been there all 67 years will show you their stuff."
It all started Thursday, because my mother saved everything. Happened to notice this key ring on the garage keys. It has to be at least 40 years old. The tavern probably has the *only* soup in Glenmont. Population 272 in 2010.
Reminded me of a trip to my grandparents' cabin in Holmes County, with my cousins. One time we went on a late night shopping trip to Glenmont. Seems odd to me now thinking back. :shrug: Anyway, I remember passing by the Glenmont Tavern, because of the New Orleans style double porch. Not very common in Ohio.
Always wondered what was inside. This is probably the only picture that exists.
I suspect my grandfather frequented there often. Looks like a cool place.
Miss Boop has always interested me because so many of her cartoons were considered controversial at the time they were released and a few were even banned from being shown.