Tilt’n Hilton

A Texas twang would be better
than a yankee accent
so picture it soundin’ southern
this little story I’ll share
of the year I held on for dear life
 
I lived in the Tilt’n Hilton
or so it was known
a place that the locals were sure of
and a landmark to call your own
I was the one in the cold there
the man in the loft
on the very top floor
 
A funny name for a building
but one so richly deserved
A person could get seasick
just looking at it’s front façade
A marble would have no chance to stop
if it started on down the floor
and nothing would steady a step
as you walked on out the door
 
For the sill is going up
and the floor joints are going down
and the person with the camera
across the street
has decided to call it a day
 
Oh I lived in the Tilt’n Hilton
a place with slants and slopes
and I stayed there for a year
in the midst of my graduate stint
 

7/22/06 20:54
Tilt’n Hilton

https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2006/07/tiltn-hilton.html

1983-1984

Main Street, Newmarket, NH

 

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The Usual – v2

Oh it was fun
to have a place
just down the street
where you could actually do it,
say, “I’ll have the Usual”,
and they knew what I meant,
got it right, every time.
 
Oh there was such a place
oh so long ago
where I had that magic
in the palm of my hand.
 
Two eggs scrambled,
a slice of cheese, mixed in
bacon, and a blueberry muffin
drenching in butter and grilled
on the hot grill, with the other flavors
of the morning oozing into its flesh
seared into the moist goodness.
 
The flaky caky oooh of it
oh yes, there was such a place
with a bottomless mug, not cup,
of coffee, black.
 
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edited December 17, 2021

The Usual – v2

 

July 22, 2006 19:53

The Usual

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