The coffee shop is hummin

The grill is

Piled high

Eggs and bacon

Poppin

Home fries stacked

Knee high

 

The counter is

A flurry

Waitresses

Keep pace

Customers are

All hungry

Lined up outside the place

 

At the center of

This action

Quiet and

Laid back

A character

Is cookin

Scrambled with

Flapjacks

 

The tempest swirls

Around him

He needn’t

Turn around

Tall and always

Moving

He feeds the

Teeming crowd

 

 

Dock Street Don

Is finnin

Summer’s in

Full swing

Crowds are

Jammin Main street

His Bacon Mac’s

Are king

 

The rules he set

Are simple

The motto of

The place

There is no room

For pretense

He’ll tell you

To your face

 

There is no

High and mighty

Just food and

Counter jive

I’ve brought my kids

For breakfast

Since they’ve

Been alive

 

We used to sit

Down near him

Working at

The grill

He’d turn and

Warmly greet us

Then give us

All our fill

Both the boys are

Grown up

They go there

With their friends

Don still smiles

At them

Remembers way

Back when

 

Now I hear he’s

Quittin

Hanging up

His stuff

Darren’s takin over

There’s no need

For fuss

 

Don and Mary

Taught him

He knows his

Way around

Summer crowds will

Line up

Egg Macs abound

 

Like Stella came

Before him

With Thor and

Mary too

Don will always reign

The King of

Dock Street crew.

 

— Steve Ewing

Edgartown