This Coffee Adventures article is part of the #AtoZChallenge series. This blog post is a little different, because today I am not focusing on a type of poem. When I thought of G, my first thought was Gold Hill, Oregon.
About 10 years ago, I visited Southern Oregon for the first time. Before my visit, I was looking up the little town I was visiting while my kids watched their favorite TV show. I had never really paid much attention before until that day. I looked at the television, then at my computer, then at the television. Wait! Was I about to visit Gravity Falls?
During that first visit, I spent hours wandering through the neighborhoods for what seemed like only 30 minutes. Every time I visited, I went back to Gold Hill. Whether it was for lunch at Teapot on Wheels, finally taking that dizzying (literally) tour of the Oregon Vortex and the House of Mystery, or enjoying a nature walk that ended with a gorgeous view of the Rogue River.
Before I walked to the Rogue River on one smoky August day, I finally had a chance to visit Patti’s Kitchen. This little restaurant was everything you would want to see in a small town diner. This included the limited amount of seating for the most popular restaurant in town and incredibly friendly people.
Saturday morning.
Small town scene.
A writer in town absorbing the essence
Of a one room diner on a near-perfect day.
The energy of millions of stories;
A thousand lives.
The home of gold and anomaly
That begins with a good cup of coffee
And home style food.
I sat at a table with a local today
In a diner filled to the edges.
We haven’t spoken a word in greeting,
Yet, I enjoy the company
As I write my words
And he looks through his phone.
Filling up on coffee
Before my mini breakfast arrives.
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