Have A Good Day —

He’d scrounge up all his change
And head on off to the drive-through;
He knew that she would be there between
Ten o’clock and two

But she was shy, and so was he
They’d barely even speak;
Although he went there all time
The highlight of his week

As she’d give him his drink and food
She’d say, “Have a good day”
And then she’d smile a moment
Before he would drive away

But one bright day at noontime
After she said what she’d say
He looked right at her, and he said
“To me *you’re* a good day

See, every day I see your smile
Is one good day; and then
I cannot wait to scrounge the change
To see that smile again

I’m asking you, if you have time,
If you’d go out with me;
I’ll understand, if you say no:
Then I’ll be history.”

There were some cars behind him
As he looked up in suspense;
Then she took out some napkins
And one of the restaurant pens

And scribbled down her phone number
And tossed it down his way;
And said, “You call me anytime.
This has been
A good day.”

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant