Three a.m. Saturday morning found the CornerDiner overflowing with customers, many merelyResting or else consuming biscuits and gravy andOther comestibles in order to counteract the prodigiousAmounts of alcohol they had consumed at the taverns.This was almost exclusively an after-bar crowd. “Hey, Donna Lee, another cup of coffee, Babe,”Growled Mick, a rather bilious man, shouting from … Continuar leyendo “Another Cup of Coffee” by Bill Tope