And She Was Thinking About the Man Who Said He Drove the Mercedes.

And She Was Thinking About the Man Who Said He Drove the Mercedes

“You need to leave the mountains,” he said to the girl behind

The counter, who was wearing a blue suede vest with sequins.

She had just gotten back from a party and was just starting her work-

She downed a cup of coffee, and asked him for his ID.

“I don’t have an ID, I have a driver’s license, stupid,” he said

In proud disgust, and handed it over to show her what he meant.

“What do you drive?” she asked him quickly, trying to steer

The conversation in another direction-perhaps from her earlier mistake.

“A Mercedes,” he replied.

“That’s good,” she said.  “Maybe I will leave the mountains.  I don’t feel

Like I’m doing anything worthwhile here, what with all the crime and

All, everything is getting chaotic.”

And everything was chaotic at the café.  There were people from all over

The place who came there to drink coffee.  Coffee made up of

Hopes and dreams, coffee made up of broken promises.

Sometimes, couples would go there, kissing and holding hands,

And the waitress would look on at them with a sigh in her mind,

And she would dream of the day when she, she would have someone

To kiss, to hold, to talk to, but she was always alone, alone in a way

That implied she was lonely, always reading books, going out alone,

Watching tv alone, taking a shower alone.  She would remember

The times a man would talk to her, and she remembered a man,

The one who said he drove a Mercedes, and she thought maybe he was

Single, perhaps not taken, but that didn’t sit well in her stomach and her

Mind drifted elsewhere, to another time and place.

“You need to leave the mountains,” he said.

She thought about that some.