Outside I watch a waitress through the diner of windows
she’s in yellow in the middle of the night
Debacled in sameness, placed particulars
Serve platters of tuna on rye
indifferent
glasses of water
Do you want lemon, she asks twice,
Do you want the wedge to compliment
your water
I wonder, it’s truly
difficult, she resists her life story
Interior designed out of which decade?
No one orders lemon meringue
She wipes her hair wipes her hands on her apron
Practices a particular
Expression, she evolves from
towns ensprinkled encased by windows,
the regulars & specials
(insofar) walks (insofar) talks the waitress refills coffee
stops by the fridge for milk maybe sour