October 1, 2022 - “The Ritz Diner”

Three men and one woman sit at a table by the window
rehearsing lines from a play. Something about “Last year
you spent New Years with your no good dad, this year
you’re coming home.” Three men in white shirts & black
pants hover and float around the place, dodging chairs,
tending to tables, writing menu choices down on small
notepads. It’s almost five in the morning and a man in
blue jeans and a navy down vest over a white sweater
stumbles in. Under the influence he demands chicken
fingers with fries to go and asks whether there’s chocolate
ice cream. There isn’t, they say. But there is oreo cheesecake