how it ends

she's late again,

i fold my legs and sip

my drink.

i read

the menu, turn it over

once more,

then again.

i play with the salt

shaker,

turning it over.

i look around the room

at the salesmen

away from their wives

eating

whatever it is they want

to eat.

over drinking and flirting

with the waitresses.

i stare at the six televisions

that are on.

i look at my watch,

i check my phone.

she's late again as usual.

finally i give up.

it's been an hour.

this friendship is not

working out.

time to go home.