Two martinis now within,
just east of my usual filters,
I'm close to asking the waiter,
"What do you think is the meaning of life?
What, in you opinion, is the point?"

My notebook and pen
wait open beside my now-empty plate.

But alas,
perhaps a third martini is required
before such authenticy
becomes reality.

And I always stop at two.

Text and image © 2012 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.