See the World

Last night

I lucidly dreamt myself to the Waffle House
to write this poem. Everything I wanted was
there: Lucky Strike, scrambled eggs, a jukebox,
a truck driver wearing a poofy vest, someone to
call me honey, sticky spots on my table, sticky spots
on my hand, Lucky Strike, “I got friends in low
places,” what are you looking at, partially completed
crossword, sausage patty, dirty ceramic tiles, Lysol,
hanging orders, spinning orders, paper hats, despair,
yellow and brown, Special!, silent eaters, Lucky Strike.