Those lights

The doors opened seemed like every couple seconds , hot chocolate extra cream perfect for sad winter nights . The conversations made you ponder your own existence at times , ya know strangers had that kinda effect. I was too stoned for conversation but my waitress , she made me intrigued. The tattoos that spoke  on the busboys neck , was he a reckless one ? Yet again I was intrigued. Those small town diner lights were sanctuary for the tattle tale wonder .