Saturday, April 28, 2012

The Final Serving



The last cup of coffee precariously hangs from an unsettled mist,
along with a few nicotinic remains, poised on a bed of charred matchsticks.
Half chewed bones clatter over spotless white porcelain, while others
almost home, snuggled between molars are persistently poked
by a cold searching tongue. Some give way, some stay for life.
Scattered crumbs of bread are lapped up with moist napkins.
A penny or two left behind are fought over with dispassionate fervor.
An insatiable soul, rests in peace, dreaming of yet another serving,
while chairs get filled and coffee cups emptied by disgruntled others.

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