Memphis Diner

It is late morning in this diner and the place is empty. The waitresses are on cruise control now after the morning rush. I am sitting in a booth writing, drinking endless coffee and no one dares to speak or make a sound. Except for the man in the booth behind me. As he stirs his sugar into his coffee, the metal clang of the spoon hitting the mug rings out in the most beautiful slow and rhythmic melody. It only lasts for a few seconds and we all wait patiently for him to drink his coffee so we can hear it again.

-for L.S.