Restaurant Ambience

Written for:  Poetics Aside #435 – Write a reserved poem.

New restaurant,
let’s try it.
We walk in
little bit before
dinner crowd decides
it is late enough
to dine. Maitre d’,
haughty in his
penguin garb, looks
us over. Even his hair
looks starched. Do you
have reservations,
he asks, grimacing.
My husband says, yes,
but we came anyway.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Restaurant Ambience

  1. Nan Mykel says:

    Ho ho, good one!


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