20 June: “The Partial Explanation” by Charles Simic

Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside. 

Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street. 

A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
Upon entering. 

And a longing,
Incredible longing
To eavesdrop
On the conversation
Of cooks.