a regular at the diner,
sits alone
and eats
the same food each visit.
tuna on rye,
a salad,
coffee
and a slice of apple pie.
they know him
by name.
he prefers the back booth
where he can
see everyone,
but few can see him.
today is his birthday.
i see the waitress
arrive with
a cupcake, a single
candle in the middle
that she's already lit.
softly she sings to him
the happy birthday song.
i want to clap,
but i don't.
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