jln.

This is for you, you with the sleeping talent in need of awakening.

Stains, stains
on his graying apron
walking around,
his thoughts on
of his next paycheque
his eyes looking
for the next table to bus
his heart searching
for that beautiful
secretive face
he saw yesterday.

The face that held
a promise of a different
world away from spilled
soup and coffee
and black garbage bags
with small holes and leaking.

The face that told
of fifty one stories
about broken vases
and loose endings and
dusty keyholes to the
heart he

he never thought
would be his fall.

©jln.