What is to come, is there
no one to say?
he thinks of yesterday
and
these are the worms that
will eat him away.

Set the places at your table.

In the background is the waiter
but we only notice him when the
service is too slow or the soup is
cold and thin,

and sometimes
him is a her,
the waiter standing
where
yesterday
was stood a day ago,

Thursday and the weather looks like Summer
but smells a lot like gunsmoke,

I think I'm getting old,
he still thinks of yesterday