.::the diner::.
So I’m sitting in a diner
The clock unkindly, reminding me of the time
The sluggish waitress hands me my coffee
To much work, not enough life
She flashes me a customer service grin
Turns around, returns to her slumberous pace
I contemplate her situation a bit
Until I’m interrupted by the sight of a man across from me
He sits, with his mouth hung open like an open door to his soul
Staring intently at the calculator in front of him
Pressing the buttons over, and over, and over
As if trying to foretell the hours he will sit there
I lift my cup, signaling a hello
Staring at me apathetic and unresponsive
He returns to his fascination with the numerical system
His clothes look as though they’ve never been changed
Hair that’s never been combed, eyes that have never been loved
I ponder another introduction
Sorting from sports to algebra
I settle on a topic
Looking up I see he’s left
Disappointed I take my check
The clock incessantly ticking by
Winning his game again