all-nite diner

all nite diner all nite diner all n te dine al n te di er all nite din r

(sign on the fritz) coughing up neon into the 3am world

two souls stagger in

(been up all night)

throw themselves into the naughahyde nirvana

of a back-corner booth

peering over menus

(fingerprinted dogeared)

she flings back her head

and laughs

(in utter delight)

the sound

ricochets--

(an amusing bit of artillery)

--off dinged aluminum walls

and day-old donuts--

takes a spin on the ceiling fan

zooms down the counter

rattles the dishes

whiplashes the necks

of the other patrons

(wotthehellzofunny?)

but mostly

it

just

breaks

his heart.