The Diner

Yes, to the fresh
blueberry cobbler
even though I’m not
hungry and it will
double my bill,
because I’m on the verge
of something and can’t finish
my bacon omelet,
because this waitress
who never smiles,
whose eyes are hard
from seeing,
has somehow noticed
that I am on the verge
of something
and when she offers the cobbler
there is that other thing in it—
she and I, part of that small
black teepee of crows
I saw on the road this morning,
all business, sharing
this beautiful, violent day.

4 Responses to “The Diner”

  1. very expressive.
    i like

  2. wow

  3. Especially love the last few lines. Great stuff!

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