.Diner at the edge of nowhere

Early hour.

Empty road.

She’s here for the usual.

 

The hum of the fridge,

a chipped mug,

the smell of something fried.

 

And a menu that hasn’t changed

since Elvis was alive.

 

🎵 That's Shania ^^

 

 

the place: Cherishville

 

 

 

Done