Only One Left In The Cafe

Only One Left In The Cafe

the only one left in the cafe
just me
the waitress
the cook
and me
there's a peace to that
and there's a longing
create your own omelette
I call mine the 'Opportunist'
you are what you eat
and I'm trying to make a change
the fridge kicks on
my check is on the table
plates are neatly stacked
napkins thoroughly used
it's an 82 cent tax on opportunity
the waitress
the cook
and me
the only one left in the cafe
small talk with the waitress
but she's fucking the cook
so it's just me
the only one left in the cafe
$10.27
two dollars and seventy-three cent tip