Is stretched like bread dough
Morning rush
Too many tables
Apologies
Dot her conversation like apron
Stains
Old man baked into the corner
Booth
Wanted decaf
Wanted eggs
Over easy
Wanted sourdough
“I'm so sorry”
“Let me take that back”
“No, that's okay”
“I'll eat this”
She moves on in a dervish of
Spilling
Wiping
Checks
And balances
Corner booth man is gone
Another stiff
Oh well
She deserved it
Gathering his napkin
She allows a small
Tear
As the fifty dollar bill falls
From the fingers of
Grace
