epiphany

i was having
breakfast in
a diner the other
night. alone.
alicia had to go
home to feed her
cats. we'd been
out dancing all
night, and my
shirt was still
soaked with sweat.
i love to dance.
she has three
siamese cats
and they'd starve
without her
feeding them.
so i was
sitting there on
my torn red
leather stool
at the waffle shop,
sipping on
my third cup of
coffee, eating
two eggs over easy,
a handful of scrapple
and some wheat toast,
and a small glass
of oj when i had
an epiphany.