Saturday, March 21, 2009

Homage to Hopper

It's late. Too late.

Ruth has herself a man for the night
But he won't be there tomorrow.
She's finished her coffee and
is reapplying her lipstick.
The rest of her makeup may be threadbare
but her hair is holding up just fine.
She chose her dress well this evening--
Burnt sienna, raw silk,
close in color to her hair,
tight across her broad shoulders
and just enough scoop to seduce.

Roger just wants to go home.
He doesn't care if anyone tips him.
Go home for chrissakes, or wherever
it is you  go at 3 am!
He can smell the the alcohol burning
off their breath and can't decide
whether to make another pot of coffee.
His back hurts, but if he stays
bent at this angle, he can get relief.
Problem is it makes people think
he's interested in having a conversation
when all he wants is to close shop
and go to his room above the diner

It's late. Too late.

1 comment:

Lydia said...

Marvelous, marvelous!