The clatter of cutlery challenges the chatter of good company,
mingling, this is a typical evening.
As the collision ensues,
continues to surround me, I'm impugned.
I am unable to match the intensity
or the density of my fellow diners;
-Old timers who use no words to pass sentiments,
he doesn't like broccoli, she does,
he wants more sauce, she has to much
and they share,
the quiet of each other in the calamity
of this eatery.
-Henry has been spending way too much time with Jane,
and not enough time with
'doesn't chew her food before she talks',
Mary agrees yet takes time to swallow before she speaks,
"treat him mean keep him keen, he'll see you're way better than she is".
you should not have swallowed.
Advice like that is better off muffled and spat.
-Business partners are made over one, two, three bottles..
important decisions take time, and there's truth in wine.
I'm not sure how much progress they'll make,
with Tonys head buried In half eaten steak,
with Gregs hand reaching out for the waitresses hips,
as he begs for the attention Mrs. Greg never gives,
and the other one,
pausing to guffaw between gulps of Pinot noir,
wont last long.
Sure they'll have stories, but nothing to write the clients about.
As my meal arrives;
I wonder if this is what the waiters think,
when all the food's bussed out.