She enters my bubble, sits facing me in this here American diner
staring straight out across the table, expecting me to recognise and remember
I retain my apparent composure as a power station fuels a search
through the totality of my memory
A brief, sensual smile disappears so fast, I’m not sure it was ever there
Out from shadows, a staff member readied approaches
fingers clasping notebook and pen poised
“An unbroken egg please; not boiled, fried, scrambled nor poached.” My company instructs, delivered matter of fact. “Shell left intact.”
Okay remember, this is New York, thinks the young and intelligent waiter
I’ll just provide what she wants and laugh to myself about it later
The waiter asks, “A coffee refill, for Sir?”
Expectant, hanging on for an answer
“Yes, he will.” My uninterruptible bubble invader opposite commands
“Because you like coffee, don’t you?”
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