Our Francophone waitress refills
our mugs with oilslick coffee
rainbow diaphanous like the diesel
fuel on asphalt outside beneath the
eighteen wheelers, idling.
You're not old till you're dead,
she says, sliding the debit machine
across Formica.
Our Francophone waitress refills
our mugs with oilslick coffee
rainbow diaphanous like the diesel
fuel on asphalt outside beneath the
eighteen wheelers, idling.
You're not old till you're dead,
she says, sliding the debit machine
across Formica.