ozzy and mandy’s route 11 diner, st. lawrence county

I shared a beer and sympathy with a gnarled, obsolete man

Whose wizened visage spoke of unwise choices.

He spoke wistfully (though apropos of nothing) of an abandoned diner

Near the terminus of a truncated and decommissioned road,

Its parking lot an unhappy armistice of cracked tarmac and scrub grasses,

The building still sporting caricatures of the proprietors

(The artist a devotee of the Bob’s Big Boy school),

Though time had robbed them of the odd eyeball,

And a shoulder or elbow had faded surreptitiously into the background.

Much of a large sign remained as well, appearing to be nothing less

Than some leviathan’s abandoned crossword puzzle,

Fairly shouting “THE B ST STE K BETW N SYR C SE AND OT T WA

OR Y UR MON Y B CK!” Nothing else remained, my companion intimated,

Save the odd abandoned farmhouse and vestigial fields,

With long unmended barbed-wire fences doing their level best

To contain the ghosts of bygone and unmourned cows.

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9 thoughts on “ozzy and mandy’s route 11 diner, st. lawrence county

  1. Beautifully crafted. My favourites lines > “With long unmended barbed-wire fences doing their level best…
    To contain the ghosts of bygone and unmourned cows”
    Thanks for the sharing.

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