American City Movie Diner

That morning, clouds loofahed
the sky's massive blue back,

while rain water beaded
a glass pane like shower tile.
You smiled as if the sheen-slick

streets and wind-whipped
curtain of rain were stolen

from a movie script, or
as if that moment were
adapted from a novel.

You locked your fingers with
mine as if this scene was

before the on-screen kiss,
as if we weren't in a diner
waiting to be seated.