LAST CALL


            crescent moon above the steam
	silent trees, no thunderstorm
	charging itself in this air

	I have been waiting for you
	all night

	you might be someone
	who lingers at my table
	for a few seconds
	smiling at me

	what can I remember?
	your eyes

	what I wrote on a napkin
	& left with a couple bucks
	for the waitress to find

		(1990)

© Bob Rixon