A congregation of early birds line in then
flock around menus
who must wait to be waited on
as they chew on the daily this and that
of whatever it is in their life that needs jawing,
A full menagerie of coffee cups
expel fresh vapor
lined with a productive go-getter aroma
that will get you up and over any hump,
A popular sound I can't make out
comes from a crowd all squawking about
it's inaudible to everyone else
but neccessary in social settings,
It lets me know I'm not alone
even when I'm dining for one
and I reserve that right to be still
with other parties of one who may come,
An orchestra of silverware scratching plates
is accompanied by a bus-cart of dishes rattling through
and I swear to god
it might be a masterpiece to only me,
I hate the mornings I'll admit
but when I enter a mom and pop eatery
my heart explodes out of my chest
and onto a plate
Order up!