Quelle Nightmare!

The place is perfect as a water’s fall
In the clear green glass by the flight of stairs.
The coffee mugs are deep; the tea is tall;
The window clips the night up into squares;
There’s no-one here; no, nothing here at all,
But I amongst the neatly emptied chairs.
How all achievement dwindles like a dot
To whether the waitress smiles at you or not.

Thomas Clark