Tuesday, September 22, 2015

DMC: "The Automat" by Diane Mayr


One day, Grandma took
me to Manhattan.
Just the two of us.
Lunch at Horn & Hardart.

Up and down the rows
of windows we'd go.
Macaroni and cheese
in small bowls oozing
cheesy goodness.

Sandwiches cut into two
triangles, their fillings
invitingly exposed.

A hundred slices of pie
on a hundred china plates
behind a hundred
sparkling glass portals.

Feed nickels into a slot
and any one of those
was mine for the taking.

It was enough to take
my breath away.

© 2015 Diane Mayr. All rights reserved.

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  1. Love the way you give us that sense of breathless anticipation with you! So many choices...

  2. Thank you, Michelle! Today's my birthday, so this was a gift to me.

    1. Diane! Happy birthday, my friend! Your poetry is a gift to all of us. :) Oh, and here's a nickel– spend it on something delicious.

  3. I never got to go to the automat, or New York City, until I was grown. What a wonderful memory, Diane. Peeking in those little windows must have been such fun.

  4. Love the vivid memories you invoke in your poem, Diane, especially the hundred-slice-of-pie stanza. Hope your birthday is as sweet as pie!

  5. Yes, I remember those days of wonder! Thanks for taking me back to childhood today! I can almost see the array of pie magic!

  6. I haven't thought about an automat in years, but this lovely poem brings back memories. Thanks.