open
all day for breakfast.
it's on a side road not
far from the beach.
there's a car
with a flat tire in the gravel
lot.
i'm the only one there at two
in the afternoon.
the waitress
is in the back
on her phone.
she has streaks of blue
in her yellow hair and a small
tattoo
on her arm which i see when
she greets me with a wave.
she brings out the coffee.
two eggs over easy,
i tell her.
bacon, toast. juice.
hash browns with peppers
please.
she seems tired
and doesn't write anything
down.
i see a spill
on her pale blue apron,
a smudge of jelly, coffee.
today's my last
day, she says. i'm quitting,
in fact you're my
last customer.
where are going?
i look at the name tattooed
on her arm.
it says BILLY., she rubs
it slowly.
i don't know she says,
pouring the coffee and taking
cream out of her apron
pocket..
i don't know. i'm open
for suggestions.
then she walks away.
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