BIG HEARTS AT LITTLE GRILL
High up in the Shenandoah|
A wee bit past the house of Noah
Along the business Route 11
There you'll find big parts of Heaven.
A place of myth that lights the sky|
As big old trucks sail sweetly by
Not a diner, they say 'collective'
I use it as my Soul corrective.
Go there hungry, go there irate|
They'll fill your Soul, your needs they'll sate
If it's Tuesday, bring taste for salsa
That's when the plates get dished up faster.
If it's Thursday with Chris in voice|
To stay for words, you have no choice
That's when our friends, like Jedidiah
Feed us with thoughts, sweet mind's desire.
Go there empty, you'll get your fill|
They have Big Hearts at Little Grill.