Breakfast at the Lenhart

I smell fresh-brewed coffee

And fresh-baked donuts,

Maple sugar, pancakes,

French toast, & oatmeal.

I hear the soft keys of a piano

Lavishly crooning classical

As serene as Chanticleer

On his morning roost sings.

I see white tables, wooden

Chairs, lacquer floors, and

Victorian arches—black &

White photographs framed

In gold line the white walls

I wish one wish to stay,

But I must leave today.