Scribbled notes jotted on a napkin. Watchin people come and go as you work.
Notes of romantic enterludes, encounters behind the counter.
Sitting at the counter like seated in an Edward Hopper painting.
The illuminated diner a glow with the yellow hue of light that reaches into the street lighting the night.
I continue to make notes on napkins as you work.
I can’t help but think how it would be if I were to leave here with you and not only me.
I jot down thoughts.. ideas and images some I leave and some I not dare.
As I drink my coffee oh my dear.
I must admit I can’t help myself as I watch you doing dishes.
That little wiggle,,,,, oh my dear,,,, I better not say.
But its more than that as I watch from so far away, from that corner diner in the light of another lonely night.
The corner diner in my mind so many miles away.