On the southeast side of town A diner filled with tweakers and sleepers Prom queens and cheap feelers Slide down into the booth Dominoes laid out in half-hearted plays Nobody cares, nobody wins While the jukebox changes tunes That moment's breach when small conversation Becomes revelation When words become musical overtures Thoughts composed from negative space No one's surprised, no one refrains The door is always open The service is reliably unconcerned Off duty policemen looking the other way At the waitress with the rose city lips Earning criminal tips Dirty dishes get piled high The griddle's full with hotcakes and hashbrowns Busboys making the rounds Things empty and fill up again The door is always open