Stuck Inside the Diner (with Attila the Hun)

I'm calling this one imitative poetry. The inspiration came with the cartoon below that had so many zany elements, it reminded me of a Bob Dylan song. Captivated, I then set out to try to imitate a Bob Dylan song which you can read by scrolling down below the cartoon. (Since the following was inspired by a cartoon image, it can also be classified as an ekphrastic poem)

                   Stuck Inside the Diner (with Attila the Hun)

(start out with a little bass guitar blues rhythm…)

Oh I walked into the diner,

Wasn’t looking for nothin' more

Than a sandwich and some coffee

And there was blueberry pie on the floor.

There was a waitress with her pencil

Sayin' “What can I getcha, Hun?”

That's when I turned and saw Attila

Sittin’ at table number one.

Well he was lookin’ at the menu

He said “I’m eatin’ on the run.

Lookin’ for mare’s milk and blood

And some raw steak when I'm done.”

Well I was stuck inside the diner

With Attila the Hun,
Said I was stuck inside the diner
With Attila the Hun.

Lookin' for food for the body,

Lookin’ for refuge on a bun.

Now the waitress kept her cool,
She said, “I've seen your kind before.
If you don't like the food we're servin'
We can show ya to the door.”

Then Attila went to grumblin'
“Gimme the pepperoni, then.
I gotta get used to eatin' Italian
Since I plan to move on in.”

So she wrote the order down
And gave him cole slaw on the side.
She stuck her pencil in her hair,
The lady had no need to hide.
   (spoken as an aside: the lady was cool)

But I was stuck inside the diner

With Attila the Hun,
Yes I was stuck inside the diner
With Attila the Hun.

Lookin' for food for the body,

Lookin’ for refuge on a bun.

(guitar riffs will go nicely here)

There hung a portrait of a rabbit

On a suicidal mission for sure

Grippin’ dynamite in his teeth

Lookin’ for the man that has the cure.

Well I had the strange impression

Of bein’ eyeballed from the side

‘Cause underneath the counter

Somebody found a place to hide.

So I kept my wallet close

Didn’t know if I should run

‘Cause I was stuck inside the diner

With Attila the Hun.

(more guitar riffs winding down to the final chorus)

I was stuck inside the diner

With Attila the Hun,
Oh I was stuck inside the diner
With Attila the Hun.

Lookin' for food for the body,

Lookin’ for refuge on a bun.

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