Open

My favorite
Restaurant is
Open and I must
Lemming-like order
My special meal only
They can prepare serve
And provide the ambiance
I need like a smoker needs a
Puff but is it safe not just for me
But for others so I ponder the moral
Quandaries as I drive to the center
Of my culinary world sit at my
Favorite seat and table then
Order what has been on
My mind for too long
Savor the aromas
Conversations
Of comfort,
Salivating
As I sip
Ice tea
Only
Minutes
Until my meal
Is served when ping
My cell phone wakes me
Snoozing in the living room
In my comfy chair still hungry
But open to the end of shut down.