The American

There I sat on the chair in front of the table

Sipping my diet coke.

She was using the cash register
It was nighttime and the bar was filled with people,

I was sitting next to my dad 

We were talking about philosophy.
As soon as the waitress came over,

I was asking something but I cannot remember it now.

She looked at me

As if to say,

You can talk to me anytime you wish.
She has many men who talk with her,
And my thoughts played tricks on me,
What a mirage is to your sight.
She had a grin on her whitish face.
I tried to get closer,
But it was to no avail.
There I sat on the stool in front of the bar
My mind was cool though uncollected.
It was impossible to look
Because she was hidden behind a pillar

But I caught a glimpse.

My dad and I talked with her often,

But I found out from the cook,

She was engaged and left to Chicago.

I returned to the bar in the future,

The glimpse is fading,
I want to hear her again.