Seems like a long time
Since the waiter took my order.
Grimy little luncheonette,
The snow falling outside.
Seems like it has grown darker
Since I last heard the kitchen door
Behind my back
Since I last noticed
Anyone pass on the street.
A glass of ice-water
Keeps me company
At this table I chose myself
It’s getting later and later, it’s probably already evening, though the word ‘luncheonette’ suggests the order was taken at lunch time. This is taking a real, real long time.
The Partial Explanation