Hopper Visits a Diner
Her hands for warmth enfold the coffee cup.
Remembering her pale translucent skin,
The veins that bear the cool blue blood within,
The changing values when she lifts it up,
He notes and pencils in the umbrous block
Of shadow on the diner's steamy wall.
(His subject does not notice him at all.)
The cup replaced, her fingers interlock.
And now he pays attention to her face:
To those red lips, the boredom in her eyes,
Her disaffection with this time and place,
The male companion whom she might despise,
How the table provides a sense of space
Between his pleading and her short replies.
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Comments: 23
tom, he was original for painting something so part of everyday life that people walk by without even noticing. can you think of some better subject that would have made him have more originality?
I too, love Hopper, but I love diners more! Nice poem, Mike.
bravo.
"The male companion whom she might despise,
"How the table provides a sense of space
"Between his pleading and her short replies."
especially nice punch, there.
Which you've done very well, mike.
Who's this Hopper? You make me now want to search for his artwork.
In fact it works so well that I will feature it if you post it to Poet's Weekly Muse.