Morning Motel Dance

In the breakfast nook,

row of waffles, muffins,

hard boiled eggs, yogurt,

juices, coffees, teas on

one side, big pole

in the middle,

six sets of table crowded

against the other wall.

Several Hispanic kids

wearing baseball jerseys

and speaking Spanish,

old man with white whiskers,

a middle age couple,

a tall bespectacled kid and his father.

I give a little bow to the dad

as he goes ahead of me

in the juice line,

waltz around the

baseball players

to get my tea,

shuffle around the pole

back to my table,

do-si-do

over to the bagels

with the old man,

while side stepping

the blond

to nab some yogurt

as she searches

for an employee

to fill the waffle mix.

Back at my table

I munch while

the dance continues

around me.