Evening Lens

At 3:00 a.m. I decided to walk
To the diner down the street.

The waiter watches me
At the black and white checkered table,
As I stare at a glass of water
With the meniscus calmly sitting
At half-mast.
I gaze steadily for a few minutes
And then he asks me,
“So, is it half-full,
Or half-empty?”
Startled, I shift my glance to him
And answer politely,
“Sorry,
I ordered a strawberry milkshake.”