Noon at the Clayton Cafe

Up the slopping walk with rail of green
Enter you a cozy room of  glowing sheen
of  floor and friend with smiles that say
It's noon again  at the Clayton Cafe

The special today is ham n beans
but even more is the  talk it seems   
of recalling last week or just yesterday
It's noon again at the Clayton Cafe.

Old friends or new makes no difference
The table is for sharing each the others experience.
Those precious recollections  we stow away
It's noon again at the Clayton cafe.

The rich and powerful  don't know what they miss
With valets and servants and life of bliss.
For few are the pleasures that come  each day
When you are there at noon at the Clayton Cafe.