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Café Regulars
October 14, 2026
They meet every morning, Chuck and Mac, 8am for coffee,
twenty five cents a cup though everybody else pays a dollar.
Dolly knows they’ll be here two hours. Each has their usual:
grits, two eggs over easy, wheat toast and bacon for Mac,
two biscuits, gravy on the side and apple juice for Chuck.
Both are Vietnam veterans but don’t talk about it much,
mostly of good times they had with good men they knew.
Good men Dolly knew too, back when five sat at the table.
Editor: Kolby Russell
About the Poet
Carl “Papa” Palmer of Old Mill Road in Ridgeway, Virginia, lives
in University Place, Washington. He is retired from the military
and Federal Aviation Administration (FAA), enjoying life as “Papa”
to his descendants and being a Franciscan Hospice volunteer.
PAPA’s MOTTO: Long Weekends Forever!
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