It was a safe haven
to wrap up wee morning hours
before getting the train home
I enjoyed those 3 and 4 AM jaunts
a full breakfast with java
one time there was a gay waiter
who was pretty pleasant
thorough in his job
but there were three lesbians
acting like royal Yenta
making his life a living Hell
They tormented him endlessly
though I thought
he was doing a fine job
but nothing he did
was good enough for him
I could see the stress and honor
coded on his face
It was entertaining
but I felt a lot of empathy
He’s just doing a job
and even doing it well
I never knew the problem
They left as I was getting
one last cup of coffee
timed to give me enough time
to square up and catch my train
I could see the relief on his face
after they left as he poured
that last cup of Joe
I knew I would have
to leave him a generous tip
I finished up
and headed out
Being mid morning
it was already morning twilight
as I walked back to Penn Station
I’d be unconscious
on a Jersey transit train soon enough,
blissfully unconscious soon enough
I signed with relief
I’d be blissfully unconscious soon enough