Chrome and Glass

Just like him
she thought
to meet at Chrome and Glass
Chrome and Glass and Cheap
Champagne
supposing, again, and always
Wrong
that this
is what will
please
her

How is it possible
she thought
to live with someone Twenty Years
and still, again, and always
Know
nothing

He will arrive
exactly
on time
Teutonically
correct

Minutes measured like
cubits
carved into coffins, his
eyes
the only difference in
all
the world

He will smile
as will She
but neither will
recall
when a smile was
all
the world in
all
the world of
Chrome and Glass
that would
ever
really
shine

© s rogers 2008