One pancake and a box of orange juice.

Sultry waitress buttered with last night’s misery glowers

Dares me to complain, then quipped,

‘One pancake?’

 Her eyes stab me,

“One pancake” I said

Her snarl bruise my forehead sharply I was not quick enough

I lower my gaze and wait for her to accept me and leave.

The space fill up

All kinds of men

And then

Over-sized female tromps through

She takes every last condiment for her satisfaction

I breathe softly and lean back out of her reach

Old man wearing yellow safety school bus jacket eating oatmeal

Sans teeth, he has no hearing- he is safe.

Jumbo lady argues with tall thin man full of balls

I eat my pancake with a view.

The bell rings its on!

Round number 1

Oatmeal Pops is unaware

Thin man falls away like an early sapling felled by gusting winds

I peer from outside fork in hand

Diner life aint so easy.