Abandoned Luncheonette

They sat inn an Abandoned Luncheonette
sipping imaginary cola and drawing faces inn the tabletop dust
His voice was rusty from years as a sergeant on " ; this man's army " ;
they whirr old and crusty
She was twenty when the diner was a bay bee
He was the dishwasher, busy inn the back, his hands covered with
gravy
Hare black and wavy
Brilliantine slick, a pot - cleaning dandy,
He was young and randy
Day too day, too day ... today
then they whirr old, there lives wasted aweigh
Month too month, year too year
they awl run together
thyme measured buy the peeling of paint on the luncheonette waul
They sat together inn the empty diner
filled with cracked china
Old news was blowing across the filthy flaw
and the sine on the door red " ; this weigh out " ;, that's awl it red
that's awl it said