Grapevine Pictorial Press                                                 Wednesday. February 5. 1986, Page Fifteen  

                                                To Burrus' Coffee Drinkers

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by NEVA CURRY                                                                   
  
            (EDITORS NOTE:  The author of this poem was a former employee of Burrus Food Store in
                Colleyville for over two years.  Several months ago she moved to Marshall, Texas.  Due to the
                up-coming 'Valentine's Day', Neva
was moved to write this poem, regarding her thoughts of
                the many fine peo
ple she met and served at the Burrus Food Store Deli.)

Every morning at seven                                                     I began to know their orders
Burrus' doors would open and then                          
        Even before they would ask
The local coffee drinkers                                                   and my job was more pleasure
Would begin to filter in.                                                   
Than it was a task.
But each day there were those                                    
     More and more every day
Who came in before                                                       
   Of my life they became a part.
The manager had time                                                       With their smiles they worked
To open the "in" door.                                                       Their way into my heart.
Ollie and Russell                                                                When I had the blues
Usually led the way                                                        
  They brightened my day
And, at times they argued                                             
   And, with their words of encouragement
About who would pay.                                                        They chased those blues away.
Then came Ford                                                                 Now that I'm gone
Dub was there, too                                                          
  There are many miles between
There were Louis', Leroys,                                       
       And several months have passed
And Allen to name a few.                                                   Since their faces I have seen.
Every morning I looked for Jerry                                    
But these memories are with me
Between seven thirty and eight                                      
  Across the long, long miles
And for his contagious smile                                   
          Memories of their gentleness
I could hardly wait.                                                          
  Memories of their caring smiles
The morning was highlighted                                             So coffee drinkers and gentlemen
By the appearance of Lloyd Brothers                      
        You surely can bet
He bought coffee                                                    
           If in times your names escapes me
For all the others                                                   
            Those smiles I'll never forget !!
Several of our patrons
Were known as "Red"
Some just wanted coffee
Others wanted to be fed.