Posts by Danny Caine

3 Poems photo
May 1, 2020 | Poetry

3 Poems

Danny Caine

They know his name at Carraba’s.
He’s never gotten a parking ticket.
His Christmas display isn’t the biggest
but it still makes people weep in their Mazdas.

2 Poems photo
June 7, 2019 | Poetry

2 Poems

Danny Caine

can of whoopass, you USDA Certified lover, 
you fiery red Camaro, you hole in the wall.  

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Krispy Kreme photo
December 3, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Krispy Kreme

Danny Caine

Son, some advice: you don’t know 
what a hangover is, but when you learn, 
a McDonalds #4 breakfast will help. 
Never eat at Subway. 
You’re allowed to take breadsticks
& salad and/or cheddar

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Wendy’s photo
November 5, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Wendy’s

Danny Caine

On the way to T’s childhood Wendy’s I tell her
about mine, a Fancy Wendy’s, with a salad bar,
rooms, tin ceilings or something. I’ve been too afraid
to go back: no person ever steps into the same

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Texas Roadhouse photo
October 1, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Texas Roadhouse

Danny Caine

Every book says I’ll miss this part.

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Chili’s photo
September 3, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Chili’s

Danny Caine

" ... look at me now, with a margarita / in a little pitcher thing, shaken"

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed with Poems: Cracker Barrel photo
July 30, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed with Poems: Cracker Barrel

Danny Caine

All day I look forward to hours of empty house
then I’m there and the whole place itches. I go
not home but the place that tries so hard to feel like it.

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: In-N-Out Burger photo
July 4, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: In-N-Out Burger

Danny Caine

Nostalgia style: you miss your Double Double
before you even take a bite. You know
burgers become slimy wax paper crumbles,
babies become toddlers, toddlers become

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Culver’s photo
June 21, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Culver’s

Danny Caine

We’ve never lived in Culver’s territory and it still doesn’t

feel like we do. I mean, it’s at 33rd and Iowa and our place
is at 9th and Indiana. That’s like a 15-minute drive.

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Popeye’s Louisiana Kitchen photo
May 31, 2018 | Poetry

Chain Restaurants, Reviewed by Poems: Popeye’s Louisiana Kitchen

Danny Caine

In this plastic bayou we’re not customers,
we’re guests. POPEYES GUEST 138,
YOUR ORDER IS READY. Guests, yes,
but also numbers—we’re not in Panera

Five Poems photo
May 2, 2017 | Poetry

Five Poems

Danny Caine

All the waffles in Texas / are shaped like Texas. All / the waffles in Ohio / are shaped like waffles.

Chrissy, John, Kanye, and Kim go to Waffle House  photo
May 22, 2015 | Poetry

Chrissy, John, Kanye, and Kim go to Waffle House 

Danny Caine

 

"Nobody bothered them. They ate, they had fun. They danced a little. We have a jukebox in here."
Carolyn Washington, manager of the Waffle House at 59th Ave & I-10 in