ALONE IN SAIGON

For in this plush, lush atmosphere
Of soft lights and music sweet,
It’s just to eat 
I sit and wait.
And; a half empty plate
Is my sad view.

Instead of you,
I must make do
With waiters who,
Though willing,
Perform to an audience of one,
Instead of two. 


Have the nicest of weekends in the pleasure of others