Table No.2 Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Lipstick
on a coffee cup

an ashtray
of half smoked cigarettes

twisted
in an agony

of being wanted
& not wanted

put out
angrily

a tissue streaked
with mascara‘d tears

a doodle
(meaning nothing)
on a napkin

a forgotten
half finished book

ash
floating

upon the scum
of coffee spilt

from the knocked
over coffee cup

a half dissolved
brown sugar cube

a little cache
of matches

advertising a Japanese
restaurant

the table
to be cleared up

by a young yawning
waitress

unaware that the couple
at table No.2

have just

broken up.