Day 364

The waitress takes your order with a lazy grin, she knew what you wanted before you spoke.
The seats are stiff and rigid, you see glimpses of them worn right through but they are new.

The other patrons sip their coffee slowly, you never saw them walk in like you did.
Come to think of it, you never saw the waitress go to them yet their cups remain full.

The jukebox plays a slow rendition of some song you heard as a child but can't quite name.
As it sits at the back of your tongue the waitress comes over with your coffee.

You didn't order it but she assures you that you did.
Everyone orders the coffee, best drink this side of the river.

You don't know which river they mean but nod as knowingly as the rest of the customers.
It grows dark outside, you go to leave but the waitress halts you, you haven't finished your joe.

You begin to protest but a great force pushes you back into your seat, places your hand on the cup.
The other patrons glare at you, compelling you to take another sip.

Night falls and the diner lights up with sickly neon colours, everything is washed in an unreal glow.
Everyone seems less real all of a sudden, like a postcard you saw in a petrol station years ago.

Nobody else comes through the door, the jukebox keeps skipping sections of the latest tune.
The words take on new meaning as it seems to tell you to settle in and keep drinking.