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| Category - | | Bob Walker’s Country Café - Viewed 757 Times | David Devaney
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September 08, 2002 |
Bob’s cafe in Galveston
sits on the white capped gulf.
As people come to taste it’s fare
and let their pressures off.
Checkered table cloths in red,
a buffet line for all.
As antiques from the ceiling hang
and from most every wall.
The window opens up on rails,
so breezes will invade.
The sea air, sun, and rolling surf,
do all around cascade.
Surf boards mounted on the wall,
a counter, window seats.
And friendly folks from near and far
do taste the breakfast treats.
Houses strung on Antique Ave
are everywhere now seen.
Smokers sitting to the west
the railings white and green.
Murals, fish and flying cows,
an east wall breaking wave.
Smiling long haired waitresses
do all their tips now save.
For on the seawall Bob’s does share
great camaraderie.
To all who cross its threshold warm
here by the Texas sea. | | © 2002 David Devaney |
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