Waiting in an Empty Tavern

Recently I was prompted to write a "bar napkin poem."

I happened to be in a bar at the time and asked the bartender for a pen and a napkin. He gave me a pen and a strip of receipt paper.

Good enough, I suppose.

Here's a picture of what I quickly scratched (minus the lame final line, which I've hidden behind the fold). Below is the re-written result.

Waiting in an Empty Tavern

Three of us

Waiting

Glasses half full

In an empty tavern

Wondering

If she will walk through the door

Will we even recognizer her

If she does