Breakfast On The Road

Plastic domes shield almost thawed cinnamon buns.

A sausage warmer sends steam into the air above a

couple eating facsimile eggs, yogurt from a plastic

cup and something resembling bacon strips.

Not much conversation among the ten people sitting

at orange tables crowded into a small room. One

man, eating alone, stares into space, a chunk of

melon speared on a throwaway fork. It’s the long

drive ahead or the business meeting in an hour

or memories of yesterday left behind or concern

about what waits down the road.

Take your pick and put it on a paper plate.

Hard boiled eggs, an apple, toast burned

around the edges, hard butter in a thumb-sized

container to be spread by a plastic knife that

bends when you try to use it. Just chew the

butter.

Bon appetit!

Breakfast on the road.