Day 3: Diner Angel

Lipstick-stained mugs and bite marks etched in bread

It’s all proof, footprints and bodies still warm
I wonder what my favorite security guard thinks about
As he sits at my bar watching the clock with a steaming mug
I want to ask the people lying in wait what they’re stalling on
While the cars come and go

I watch the traffic slip by, the reflections of lonely folks

Clinging to their mugs like they'll file for divorce

I etch my Vitruvian Man on a napkin

As I conduct my study in humanity

Cleaning spills, kissing things better

Absolving the tipsy truckers
With coffee creamer and questions I hope they’re waiting to be asked

They show up in my dreams later, with the names I give them

Maybe I appear in theirs, with that good hot stuff and tolerant, open hands