Happy Chef - A Poem by Patty Mooney

Image by cleopatra69 via Flickr In the Happy Chef
Greek restaurant
garish pink walls
the owner's wife's whim.
Good food.
I await your return,
thoughts turning
to how stark life would be
without you
suddenly alone, not
the most pleasant of thoughts
at the Happy Chef.
The worry
something
has gone awry.
Just then
my spinach pie arrives,
and your gyros plate
as though to reassure
me the shaved lamb
confirms your return.