Asterisk

Having lunch at the counter

I take up one stool.

They know I keep coming,

but they don't remember who.

So I eat my sandwich,

lean over my soup.

Drinking my coffee, my water, my soda pop

trying to look cool.

I am here everyday

and everyday I am here.

Nobody writes, nobody's been

calling me for weeks.

Nobody looks in my back eyes,

and my hollow cheeks.

I never got much relief

from sharing my grief

But I never got much relief

from solitaire hide and seek.

Calling to cancel my position

with the company.

Stop sending me gas

and electricity.

Calling Jesus, call my mother,

calling albany.

I am the last man on your wish list,

and you are the last person I may see.