Lonely Plate

Lonely Plate
Rondeau 7/4/13

dgw

Lonely plate on plate conveyor,

Tunnels through a metal lair,

To re-emerge, I've come to think,

In a tall, bright room with a sink,

Raised by a guy with a sprayer.

From the booths a young soothsayer

Foretells Nothing past the lair:

"All cups go clink! Over the brink!"

Lonely plate.

But I am a little grayer,

And so closer to the play, or

At least I see the stage.  I wink

At the sprayer; he takes a drink

And turns back to the conveyor.

Lonely plate.