Opting for a corner table at a local cafe
he takes a seat and relieves a partial burden,
although gravity and his Body mass
form a truce, his Mind is still coping
with a complexity of burdens.
He softly hums a tune and takes in a breath of air.
Finding his temporary locale comfortable,
he proceeds to continue the arduous task
consisting of, cell phone texting, and checking his voicemail
to occupy the time while waiting to place his meal order.
A waitress arrives to offer hospitality
and take the seated gentlemens drink order,"Just a water" he quickly asks
as he nonchalantly peers out through
a glass window by the table at which he resides.
He pulls a clipping from his jacket pocket with a Headline
that reads," Oceanfront vacations limited occupancy!"
He ponders the notion of taking the plunge
yet realizes funds in his savings account
that consist of the remnants of a deceased relatives inheritance
and 10% of his weekly earnings as an "Errands runner"
not enough for a "Bon Voyage".
He thinks to himself,"maybe next year!"
After waiting what seems like an hour,
the Waitress in a bout of one part "absent mindedness"
and two parts clumsiness, loses footing while walking by the waiting gentlemenstable.
Looking up just in time, he catches a plateful of spaghetti to the face, a glass of Champagne
from the waitress's tray spills on his favorite shirt.
Within a moments notice, and hardly a second thought
he excuses himself from the table.
He looks back at an embarrassed and apologetic waitress and blurts out,
" No worries, Pasta is my favorite meal, and I can really use a dip"!