The Partial Explanation

Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.

Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.

A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering.

And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.

by Charles Simic

Comments (3)

A cryptic poem about loneliness and social isolation. It has the stripped beauty of a WCW poem, but with a slightly more surreal twist.
Wow I enjoyed your poem Charles
Wow I enjoyed your poem Charles