For two nights now, I’ve turned off Riverside
onto the road so freshly made it’s nameless,
and stopped at the two hanging red lights
commanding me without a blink and for
two days I’ve looked at the eyes of the woman
in the cafeteria, the grill cook
who stares at each of us steadily
while we order our Combos with tomatoes
and cheese and I wonder: is she tired?
on drugs? is it the heat of the lamps,
does she have another job? and for two days
no answers, same routine, the woman
over the grille, the lamps over the road.
... poking along with NaPoWriMo ....