The ritual of dining at a local restaurant with friends
The poem captures the joy of shared meals and the sense of community that comes with meeting in local restaurants. The poet emphasizes the organic and spontaneous nature of these gatherings, highlighting the value of simple pleasures.
“I wrote this poem for our favourite local restaurant. A group of us dined there every Friday night.“
A simple meal, what’s the big deal?
Well, it meets several needs…
By Friday night we’re hungry to satisfy
Our craving for our delicious weekend life.
Often, I think what are we doing?
Working so hard during the week
We squeeze in time on the weekends
For hobbies, fitness, family, and friends.
By Friday night we’re simply hungry
Hungry for friends with which to escape
For an hour or two in the alfresco hue
Familiar faces at the same café.
It’s refreshing to spend the evening
To welcome in our busy weekend
Sharing a meal that we don’t have to cook
To eat and drink, laugh, and talk.
A menu of friends, close and irregular
A mixture of age and demographic
We sit each week at the same table
No strings attached, no membership.
It’s organic, it’s urban
Authentic, spontaneous
As Monty Python says,
An Autonomous Collective.
Beverley Joy © 2018 of Simply Story Poetry. All Rights Reserved.
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