Misfit 2 Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Misfit
The four of them wore business mine from a second-hand shop
I joined them,
we went to a high-class restaurant, it was full, but there were side rooms
I lost my friends
ended up sitting at a table amongst people who thought I was a waiter.
I dressed for tennis the wrong time out of place,
quickly left followed to exit by derisive sniggers
Outside I changed into jeans and blue shirt just like
Seafarers on a movie does and could, from the top of the hill,
saw my ship leaving the pier; ran down till I tasted blood, too late,
she was gone forever
Because my nerdy needs to be accepted
Bought a suit walked back up to the restaurant, the guests were outside
playing tennis, some swam in the pool,
they still thought I was the waiter and ordered drinks.