Napkin Poetry Saturday, Oct 17 2009
the arts 1:21 am
I left this on a napkin once for a waitress who just looked like poetry. I don’t mean that to be weird, but she was cute on a level that made me want to leave this for her. I don’t think I ever saw her again, which is weird because I was there all the time.
She smells like quiet drives in the rain.
The weather is cold and unpleasant
but the car is warm
and the windshield wipers freshly changed
(And from the car it’s easy to imagine:
the rain is clean and renewing)And despite the clouds blocking the sun
it’s bright out
and the colors are clearer
than the sunniest of days.
Such a day could not be called dreary.
Is this the poem from The Hurricane when your dad and I had breakfast there with you? I think I remember you reading several of those lines to us.
I like it.
yes, that is the one. I left it there, so this is probably not the exact same poem, but for some reason I remembered it pretty well.