John-Ward Leighton

DRIVE BY LUNCH

The guy at the end of the long table
has a blue light blinking in his ears
and I’m talking to a man I haven’t seen in years.
He was here but is quickly gone
and the sweet young thing sits down
flips her hair and takes out her phone
she ignores her friend
who might as well be alone.
Olympic tourists
come in babbling who knows what.
The Stones on my sound track sing
You can’t always get what you want,
A feeling sweeps over me
and the question bubbles to the surface.
Is this the end
or will there be a beginning to purchase?
Is this just another idle hunch
as I watch his rapidly receding form
or am I the victim of yet another
drive by lunch?

Photo: ©Copyright 2010 by John-Ward Leighton
Photo: ©Copyright 2010 by John-Ward Leighton

Photo: ©Copyright 2010 by John-Ward Leighton
Photo: ©Copyright 2010 by John-Ward Leighton