Other People, Again
Dear EVERYONE: I posted this poem today and it WENT SOMEWHERE ELSE. I wish I could tell you where. So I'm posting it again right here.
Yesterday I met Lisa for lunch. Our waiter wanted to join us too. The restaurant was empty anyway. Before she arrived he poured my tap not bottled he said that he was Just a Waiter now but that wasn't always the case. Although he was OK with being Just a Waiter Now. He had been a movie producer on some Significant Indies. Before everything else happened. Did I want to hear about Everything Else? Yes but what I wanted more was lunch with Lisa. He made some lunch suggestions I would get Calamari if this were my lunch he said) and on our way out he called to us: Is That The Way You Both Say Goodbye To Me?