Dinnner Date Poem by Agent Chaos

Dinnner Date



You can take all this
for yourself if you like.
We're done with the spoon,
the fork and the knife.

Our table is clear
all the clutter is away.
The napkins gently
folded for the day.

Pull the seat out
then push it back in.
small take made in stereo,
till the lights are dim.

We leave no tip
no fanfare nor goodbye.
quietly taking our leave
to press through the night.

Grab my coat, my hat,
my breath, her hand.
no adieu to the waiter,
the food was bland.

Doors swing open
then violently close.
We exit this place
to our quiet repose.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Mccullagh 09 January 2010

I think you mean small talk, not small take, in stanza three. An interesting effort.

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