Impatiently he gestures to the waitress,
She scribbles, bending down, and straightens
His imaginary partner's setting.
"Not necessary," he pronounces, "I dine alone tonight"
She nods and walks into the kitchen,
Tickled by his choice of words.
A very pretty girl
Freckles tattooed by the sun
Life decorates her eyes
Along his nape dance ends of hairs
A freshly naked neck and ears
She reapproaches balancing
The required plate of food.
Expertly she fills his empty glass
Only a few drops miss their target
He rises, leaving money which
She collects once he has gone.