I ate french fries at a truckstop
On Valentine’s Day at 11:30 p.m.
I had been trying to figure you out
Since five squirts of ketchup,
Stuck to the cracked, vinyl
Even though I wore a coat.
We were all trying so hard
To keep our eyes open and be funny
For one another. Even though we
All wished to be somewhere else,
If only at a different table.