Finally,
I would leave the table
before the waiter could notice
who gets ready to erase
every mark of a conversation
as soon as a table gets empty.
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Without turning back
or even slowing down for once at the door
I’ll come out in the street.
I’ll try to scare the crow
sitting on my shoulder and
scanning the traffic around
the only place to disappear
before the waiter could discover
a cup full of tea
but cold like a corpse
and before he could spot
a face in it
I would
kill him.