Ed's Restaurant - 2 AM |
a shaker of salt, |
half empty, |
huddles on the edge of the chipped two-top1 |
whose coffee-ring stains |
have been permanent memories a while. |
the battered napkin dispenser |
freckled with dried tiny spatters |
grudgingly keeps it a secret |
on whether or not it intends |
to run out the next day; |
the ketchup's on leave, |
getting refilled in the kitchen, |
a tired menu catches its breath, |
its dog-eared corners |
peek from the peeling plastic, |
alert for the voices |
of leaving waitresses. |
© Jon Bohrn (1999) |
1two-top - a restaurant table that seats two people. |