American Voyeur

[tectak]

Sitting in a yellow booth
at an all-night diner,
I feel clean, like the spoon
I use to stir hard sugar
into my coffee

Outside, a cab;
two people exit,
one street side

The man in a gray overcoat
waves limply to a woman,
disappears to my left,
steps pointy, like a compass

The woman poses, almost grainy,
as if another picture will never
be taken of her again

or at least until another
nameless woman is left
by an anonymous man
in a gray overcoat

with only one anonymous
onlooker as proof
she even existed

hi 71,
I have been here.If you really want to workshop this then you need to do something, anything, to make it interesting.

This was what I was left with.

A man got ouf of a cab then a woman got out.
I don't know anything about them
and probably never will.

The end

...you may believe there is something more profound in your posting, and that may be so, but the offer of profundity demands a whole container of complexity in a very real sense...and this is a truism... because without nuance, enigma, intrigue, inventiveness or subtlety there is absolutely nothing to think about. So I don't
Best,
laterally,
tectak