On another corner,
With good parking and easy access
Another branch might be
Working through these rough times.
That “other” restaurant would likely
Have cleaner tables, light fixtures
With all bulbs lit.
But no more friendly employees.
It’s a weird arrangement of
Universal matter where the place
Needs only bare, failing fluorescents
To achieve a Hopper desperation.
In obstinate opposition the waitress
Smiles, stands straight, says hi
And appears ready to overcome
The impending gloom.
I wonder if in six months’ time
She will stand ever so sightly bent
Or will the dead bulbs be replaced?
Perhaps she will work at that other location.
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