Morning Coffee

Morning Coffee by Edmund Siejka The night before A soft rain had fallen Traffic lights, Hitting the streets At just the right angle, Transformed wet asphalt Into long shiny ribbons. Pulling into the Diner He saw that most of the tables were taken But there was one left All the way in the back. She was there Calling all the morning customers by name The men answering good naturedly Their voices still heavy with sleep. He watched as she walked Down the narrow aisle Every so often resting on a familiar shoulder As she leaned over to pour another cup of coffee. Closing his eyes He wished she was with him Kissing him Her arms around his waist. He, holding her so close to him. When he looked up He was alone. Eventually she came to him Walking all the way to the back of the diner A mischievous smile on her face Her impatient eyes asking “Are you ready to order now?”