Strangers

They sit across me in the bright orange seats

One wears a yellow hat and has sparkling eyes,

The other darts his eyes from the menu to the foggy window;

The door swings open and a man comes barging in

"Where is he?" rages the beet faced hulk,

I turn back to face my table,

and there lies a yellow hat

and the only other people who were here-are gone.