Poetic License – Albany

Poetic License – Albany

The Diner Never Closed

The Diner Never Closed

 by Charles Rossiter


Nothing like empty streets

moonlight on wet asphalt


red light at midnight

no one else around


waiting for the Block Island ferry

sea gulls in the air, on the pier


coming into Ocean City

that salty seaside smell


how close did I come

what were their names


vinegar those french fries

and pass the salt water taffy


in the photo under street lights

her hair was black and shining


the diner at North and Western

never closed, not ever for Christmas