Observations of a Lonely Person
I sit in an empty diner
Waiting for the clock to strike nine
And as I look away and out the window
I see that across the street
There is a lamppost that lights up orange
Giving the impression of warmth,
Though there is none to be found.
I look away and see that the signal light is red.
But there is no one to stop,
Just a piece of trash,
Carried on a current,
Dancing an intricate jig
That only it and the wind know the steps to.
It sparkles in the wind
As droplets of rain are sprinkled on top of it
Making it shine.
It seems as though
It is dancing for me but
The light turns green and
For a couple of seconds
All is still
Till a car speeds by
And the spell is broken
And I am lonely again.