Dining at 3 am

Coffee's cold, machine just breathes out steam

Table's sticky, holds your note like a fading dream

You wrote "Catch you later" with a crooked smile

Phone's still on read, been that way for a while

That was it, no encore, no soundcheck

Heart's a warped vinyl, skips off the deck

You're a half-lit text, stuck on my screen

I'm still in this diner, caught in the in-between

Booth creaks soft, like it's tired of this play

Receipt's curled, two bucks short, nothing to say

Outside, a cab idles, fifth smoke in the air

Your laugh still lingers — but it's barely there

That was it, no encore, no soundcheck

Heart's a warped vinyl, skips off the deck

You're a half-lit text, stuck on my screen

I'm still in this diner, caught in the in-between

We talk selfish, never mean what we say

World keeps turning, but we drift away

This is my last verse — glass-sharp, static-thin

You're gone from my feed — and I won't log in

Waitress yawns, flips the sign to "Closed"

My jacket smells like grease and the poems I never chose

I fold your note, it says, "Don't call, just live"

Diner's gone dark, and I've got nothing to give

That was it, no encore, no soundcheck

Heart's a warped vinyl, skips off the deck

You're a half-lit text, stuck on my screen

I'm still in this diner, caught in the in-between

Diner at 3 A.M

Coffee's gone

You're gone

And I'm still here

Counting the hum