And so they’re tearing down the old
Historic Torch Cafe:
I saw the big earth movers as
I passed by yesterday
The dream, a highway diner where
The passers-by could eat:
For breakfast, lunch, or dinner
Or just stop for something sweet
That dream died long ago, it sits
Abandoned in the sun;
While so many who entered in
Have scattered, every one
Tuskegee, Alabama where
Much history’s been made:
But some goes by unnoticed, like
When local, small dreams
Fade
