Automat

Earlier this week McDonalds tested Big Mac vending machines.
In the 1960’s, Our Dad used to take us into his office in NYC on Chistmas eve day.
I remember eating at the Automat.


Automat

In 1966, my Dad went to lunch
  at the old automat,
He’d put in a few quarters
  and he took out what he got,
Whether sandwiches or soup du’jour,
  fresh coffee much too hot,
He felt no need to wonder what,
  he saw just what he bought

"Untouched by human hands," they sad,
  was their cleanly trademark line,
But there were people working there
  creating delicacies fine,
Earning wages that the Boss Man paid,
  every Friday right on time!

So, why was it called ‘the ‘Automat?’
  I wonder, no one knows

Now progress brings us Vend-Or-Bots,
  that grill the ‘Perfectest™’ club burger,
Without a "Hey-Ya" or "Hi-Ya Hon."
  well, medium or rare – push button,
With spicey sauce and cheaply done
 
Can you see, we of tomorrow?
  does it come as a surprise?
That living in this nation
  of progressive automation,
None of us will have spare change
  when we pass brothers with their hands out,
And the Boss Man who once thought
  he loved the Vend-Or-Bots he bought,
No club burgers he’ll be selling, 
  Vend-Or-Bots do not need eat!