Being that I'm pretending it's raining outside and I'm inside next to the window of this Seattle-type setting, I know where there's a spot called Beth's cafe. Always a comfortable little dirty grunge down-to-earth place to hang at 1am. Beth's Cafe OPen 24 HOme of the 12 Egg Omlette. The coffee was always like good strong hot water so I usually drank 6 or 7 cups. KC digs the pancakes because their damn good! Every time I go in that place I just like to sit and look at all the child-like crayon colored drawings that are pinned over every square inch of the punk diner, mostly made by the locals smoking too much tea and being prophetic. The waitresses jump the counter and dive at the jukebox to change a song! Their yelling and singing and dancing back and forth with the tattooed cook, of course; in his late-twenties looks like Greaser Swanson, but with no cigarette mind you, and quite interested in making those pancakes and bacons, and 12 egg omelets. We usually sit in the same place every time right behind the cook counter and talk with infection of our future and our past ironic adventures.
Wasn't there a tiny whisky and gin type bar next door? I met a women triple my age in that place who asked for my lovin' with eyes that steamed like a horse’s snout. My, you know I was so scared, I ran out the door before I finished my shot. And next to that joint is a new and used lawn care equipment store with lights over chainsaws and riding lawn mowers and the like, through big glass storefront windows to oow and awe over.
Yes, I remember it swell...and if we decided that we didn't go to Beth's Cafe, we'd eat Dick's!
Wasn't there a tiny whisky and gin type bar next door? I met a women triple my age in that place who asked for my lovin' with eyes that steamed like a horse’s snout. My, you know I was so scared, I ran out the door before I finished my shot. And next to that joint is a new and used lawn care equipment store with lights over chainsaws and riding lawn mowers and the like, through big glass storefront windows to oow and awe over.
Yes, I remember it swell...and if we decided that we didn't go to Beth's Cafe, we'd eat Dick's!
