by Jerry Ratch

We were fleeing Hurricane Katrina 

We stopped somewhere in Texas at a roadside diner 

But found a sign that said it was closed 


All of a sudden as we sat there in our car 

The shop's owner knocked on the window 

And asked what he could get for us 

The man brought us coffees 

And sodas for the kids 

And told us everything was on the house 


We were so touched by this gesture 

That we just sat there 

And cried for about 20 minutes 


But then we came to our senses 

Stuck a gun in his face 

And robbed his ass