Freeverse 112

6/15/19

as the lights slowly dimmed
the waiter, all beard, approached
with a dull knife, pressing firmly
the jumping crumbs were captivating
as they slid to the sharp edge of the table
dancing with a strong magnetic force
the metallic clinking of dishes and cups
the intermittent splashes of running water
signaled me to leave a few extra bucks
under the grimy pepper shaker
and push in my chair
one last time

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