Diner
Trying to picture you PAPoetGuy 08/96
sitting across from me at
some all night diner
where we thought a hot cup
of something would do us good.
Thinking maybe I don't enjoy
sharing the view of your cleavage
with the young kid clearing
the dirty dishes off our table
not even trying to be subtle
as he peers down your open shirt
but I think to myself, what
the hell, let him look.
I light up a cigarette
swearing to quit soon
and promptly swat the smoky
air in front of your face
as I exhale out the side of
my mouth towards
some skinny little waitress
who has a cute ass
but whose breasts are
lopsided and don't impress me much.
And through the dirty sky
haze between us
I see this young girl
standing in the rain
somewhere near the border of
where she lives
and someplace else she'd
rather be.
I forget to exhale toward
the greasy ceiling
and simultaneously blow
smoke in your face
while kind of shoveling it
to the side with my menu.
Smoke gone, the girl
disappears and it's you again smiling at me,
twisting your hair around
your finger
on a four lane highway
as you toss volumes of
thoughts out of your eyes
and I sense them heaping,
weighting down the table
in front of me like a pile
of freshly cut grocery coupons
requiring me to organize
them and do something with them
before they expire.
The thought about screwing
in the ladies' room
I tuck away to take under
advisement.
Your sneakered foot finds
mine under the table
and a little game of stroke
and poke ensues.....
I start thinking about the
thought under advisement
when the skinny little
waitress comes by
and her cute ass hits my 
elbow, spilling my coffee
all over those thoughts
still stacked in front of me.
You pout, realizing all
those thoughts got soaked
and the stroking and poking
has stopped.
The waitress isn't very
apologetic
and I'm thinking her ass
ain't all that great afterall
and I get pissed and we
leave.
It's a nice night out so we
do this little humming bird flight thing
on a four lane highway
across which happens to be a rest area
by some river with an
unpronounceable Indian name.
We sit on a rock and I light
up another cigarette,
thankful that I'm downwind
and the smoke won't
get in your hair and bother
me later when you use my chest for a pillow.
Our legs get all twisted
around each other like a bag of gummy worms
and I put my arms around you
as you sink into me;
the thoughts return and we
discuss them thoroughly
without speaking a word.
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