We wait for the check in the
newly-opened Indian restaurant.
The walls are still bare. They
have not had time to put up paintings.
Across the room, past the bar,
a customer with an accent complains.
He has been waiting for his order too long.
"This is not good," he says, "We used to support you,
but this is not good."
My mother talks about college; my father,
about Business. We wait for the check.
I wait for the future.