Vinylly seated,
We flip through a diner’s menu,
A Tums-in-your-future exposition
Of hunger-sating delectations…
Page after page,
Chapter after chapter…
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, drinks,
Daily specials, the chef’s suggestions,
Yes, diners now have chefs…
A read as long as Russian lit…
A War and Peace
Of culinary excess,
Thirty minutes to read and decide.
Do I want this, do I want that?
What’s good?
And the waiter shrugs,
Everything.
At last an order,
Then 20 minutes to prepare.
Finally, four plates balanced on a forearm,
It comes.
And ten minutes later, we’re done.