Down at Basell’s
By David Smith March 19, 2009
He drinks his coffee; the sobriety of the day.
Sunshine and warmth; and children at play.
Basell’s, excitement, waitresses on rush.
Some days the moment, the place is a hush.
All kinds of people fall in for their lunch.
The Fall’s picking up; hope; more than a hunch.
Coffee flows like water; the silverware a clang;
The dishes have a resonance, voices, they sang.
A symphony of taste; people that thrive.
Food and the weather, purpose comes alive.
Down at Basell’s the beehive is sweet;
Buzz of productivity; people to meet.
He drinks his coffee; the place is alive.
Enthusiasm magnifies, all can thrive!