Don't Wait for Me

The waiter says "what can I get you, Sir?"
He takes my order
and says "thank you, Sir,"
and walks off and
returns with my food
and says "will that be all, Sir?"
And I say "yes," and he leaves
and returns and asks "would you like a re-fill, Sir?"
And he pours the coffee and
goes away
and comes back and asks
"how is your meal, Sir?"
And I say "good" with
my mouth full, and
he walks off
and I finish eating
and begin to read my newspaper, holding
the paper up in front of my face
and I hear his voice from
beyond the News of the World
"can I get you anything else, Sir?"
And I say "no," and
he says "are you finished, Sir?"
And I see a hand
swipe the plate from the table
and then the hand lays down a check
and the voice says "have a good day, Sir."
And I put my paper down, stand
and pull a dollar bill from my pocket, crumple
the bill into a ball and
toss the ball on the table and
move toward the cash register
past the waiter who says
"enjoy your day, Sir,"
to which I do not reply
or look at the guy
and I pay my bill
and walk out the joint
and into the parking lot
and get into my car
and drive away,
never to return.