over easy

over easy
I tell the waitress.
three eggs over easy.
that's how I like them.
not scrambled,
or fried,
or poached.
over easy she repeats
and writes that down.
toast and jam,
some bacon, crispy.
hash browns.
juice and coffee.
go easy on the salt.
okay, she says.
she writes
no salt
with her pen.
will there be anything
else?
a newspaper, todays,
if you have it.
she looks at me
and says,
i'll see what I can do.
over easy, I tell her
again.
over easy, she says,
and walks away
towards the kitchen.