I fell in love again yesterday,
In a resturant with the waiter
who made me want to sing
the lines from the Bob Dylan song,
"Your loyalty is not to me,
But, to the stars above,
one more cup of coffee for the road,
one more cup of coffee, 'fore I go,
to the valley below."
Until my mouth was dry.
His name is Alex,
and when his shift was over he sat with me,
and drank an iced tea,
and we talked about
christmas cards, of all things,
which he is staunchly against,
and I am strongly for.
He asked me to come by again and chat.
And I think I will.
Girly Sigh