Saturday, October 15, 2011

#288 I Recommend The Pie

So here we are
You and I
At 3am
In this empty diner

You look
Like you’re about to die
I just came for a piece of pie

The waitress comes
A pretty young thing
Takes my order
Asks if you’d like anything

You just shake your head

I sip my coffee
And look over at you
I don’t try to hide it
You look away
Not hiding that too

You look skinny
A hospital ID on your wrist
You kept coughing
Softly into a napkin

Blood left behind
On the soft satin
A grimace on your face
A drop of blood on your chin

My pie arrived
With whipped cream
I forgot about you
Enveloped in my pie dream

After I finished I paid
And was on my way
I turned to look at you
And bid you good day

You look up
And hold my eye
You don’t say a word

I came for the pie
You
Came to die

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