death
is a bus ride
down
the lost highway
to the last diner
in the bad part
of town

all you want
is a slice
of pie
but the waitress
just pours
old coffee
while the fry cook
scratches himself
with the spatula

now you’re left
with the option
of paying the bill
for a burger
you didn’t touch
leaving a generous tip
for service
that damned well
sucked

or
trusting
the blind man
behind the wheel
to steer you
in the right
direction

the pie
was filled
with mealworms
but you could tell
by the way
the crust
writhed
behind the glass