Red plush leather with gold buttons,
An upholstery nightmare
Hidden in the dim lights of the lounge room
At Country Bill’s restaurant.
The air conditioning hums the same way
As the waitress clearing her throat.
In a few minutes lunch will stop being served.
The decor at Country Bill’s matches the
Dark beer they serve,
In the same glasses I have
In the cupboard above the sink
In my small apartment.
These glasses break easily.
I’m the only customer.
The waitresses are huddled around the end of the bar,
Reminiscing about last night.