Two girls dance out of the bathroom,
twins in patent leathers,
clattering into the empty diner,
running along the counter spinning stools.
Orange white orange white,
chrome sides reflect booths
and bus buckets in a woozy
speedy swirl. Mom emerges,
When Gracie's in season she howls at ambulances;
there are plenty of dogs around, but she wants
an emergency vehicle. And who can blame her—
such flashy lights are sure to mean a dynamo,
that sound must prove a passion equal to her own.
And skeptic [...]