Poem: A Metaphor At Lunch Time

"After the sated diners leave...
ketchup bottles...crumpled napkins...
soiled cups and glasses...knives and forks,,,
saucers and dishes...and remnants...
are quickly removed...
by the hyper-active hands
of the afternoon waitress...
the damp cloth rubs over the table
removing all visible traces
of the just finished demolishment...
Making the wreckage
from a just gone meal...disappear..
seems to be at the top of the list
in the waiters' cathecism...
Makes sense...this keeping things
ship shape and visibly hygenic...
the better to lure in repeaters
of the lunch time ravaging...
The metaphor seeker in me tells me...
it's also about letting go of
the debris of the past...quickly...
the better to start over...
one more time...
before closing time comes........."
..........................Quester.