Invisible Diners
just before errands in the city
an egg and bacon breakfast
straight from a greasy griddle
strong coffee perks us
for the coming day
a wire-haired woman sits
at a nearby table for six
in Reggie's Restaurant
where speed and noise dance
to tinkly tunes from knives
forks and spoons
she mumbles to herself
nodding left
prodding fingers right
slapping her knee
a capital clap
that sparks her laughter
what is this flummery?
who is she talking to?
what ghosts enthrall her?
there must be at least five
keeping her company
we quietly crunch
cinnamon raisin toast
sneaking peeks
at this special bag lady
burbling with her buddies
these invisible diners
I wish I could see them too!
Copyright © Kim Mcadam | Year Posted 2019
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