Diner Scribbles
Posted to Action Poetry
by Mage on 2003-10-30 18:39:00
Waiters and
waitresses dance with
shined shoes
and black straight
pants filling up coffee
cups and looking tired
A woman writes
alone, like me
keeping her grey
shirted back to my
face
The shutters from the windows
glow in front of
her
I remember reading
Bukowski here waiting for food and
Listening to
men threaten the server
with murder
His hair stood on attention
Afraid of what would come
next
Bacon covered in slick
Grease and burned
bits lays on my plate
My mouth salivates
heavily
I think they want
togetherness
Almost everyone else has a
partner
They talk or stare at the
forks together, listening to Pop
play on the stereo
Some lay with each
others heads on laps
I want to be in between
that space
