The waitress says, “Hello, how are you?”
The diners do not reply.
They’re buried in their menus, selecting their sides.
Baked beans, carrots, cottage cheese.
So many things to choose from.
The waitress says, “How can I help you?”
One man raises an eye,
Then drops it back again to read about the meatloaf.
Onions, peppers, grade-A beef.
He thinks it sounds delicious.
The waitress grabs the silent air
And tucks it in her apron.
She’s buried in her future, selecting changes.
Brighter, bolder, jackass free.
So many things to long for.
