Lunch Date

My schedule is now my very own;
nothing significant to forget,
while I’m living all alone,
anything comes up; and, “I’m on it.”

Today, I had a date for lunch;
my cellphone at my side;
I was too late for brunch;
for it went out with the tide.

I had no one with me, along;
just me, myself, and I;
no one to whom I belong;
inside, I wanted to cry.

A table for four; is a road too far;
I’m a party of one and a phone.
By myself, I usually dine in my car;
since I hate dining alone.

I always have my cellphone along;
for she’s kinda the perfect date;
she rarely talks or sings a song;
and can almost always relate.

She can carry long conversations;
and doesn’t require her own chair;
She doesn’t eat or need reservations;
practically nobody knows shes there.

That I can’t get a better lunch date,
is a great embarrassment to me;
but she always comes; is never late;
and is most difficult to see.

Oft when leaving; I leave her behind;
for my phone is really a drip;
for she’s antisocial, and a bit unkind;
and refuses to leave a tip.

Monty 7/14/21.