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.