You came farther,
Where the sun meets the ground, farther,
Where the tumbleweeds pass you by, farther,
On this barren wasteland,
Just pamphlet in hand,
Just one diner,
With a flickering neon sign of a taco on a coaster,
You walked nearer,
The sign on the door said 'open for business',
And you pushed the door and out came a breeze,
The smell of tacos and cheese,
And frying grease,
And a small crowd of schoolkids in japanese uniform cacking in laughter like geese,
As you sit on the high stool, your knees shiver,
And you put your elbows on the greasy greasy counter,
Then a spiky haired waiter,
Came and said 'may I take your order',
And 'don't mind the lobster'.
