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.