Grease drips down his chin
Squirting from his cheese burger.
He dips the cheese-coated fries
Into his chocolatey milkshake.
The cheese mixes with the whipped cream
Forming a mustardy custardy glob.
His thighs stick to the leather booth
As he gets up to pay at the counter.
A waitress on roller skates stumbles past him
Must be her first day.
As the new girl reaches the cash register
Her blue, blue eyes framed by thick lashes
Make him squirm.
Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that burger.
He hands over the money
Her fingers brush against his
She hands him the recite
And she winks.
Scrawled across the back in blue ink bleeds her number
As he heads for the door, he glances back
Her wedding band catching the light.