Lone Patron at the Tall Dark Brown Table

–after Ernest Hemingway–

one mile away from my apartment

after a Sunday afternoon one mile walk

i took a seat in the bar section

of a restaurant brick red painted

named after a well known

red breasted bird.
i wait and I write

while I wait for a late evening bus

that stops right in front of the eatery’s door

therefore, i could also have dinner

and get a ride when i am done.
i took a moment to reflect

on my surroundings and noted

the dark brown tall table stood tall before me.

music of all sorts and genre’s played around me.

not too soft, not too loud.
A tall glass of dark brown iced tea stood

tall on the tall dark brown table.

It was a glass half empty, my last for the day.

I was the lone patron in a compartment

cut off from diners in the dining hall.
as a enjoyed the solitude

of my comfortable calming space

I thought of a clean well-lighted place,

finished my writing, finished my dinner

then boarded the bus for home.