Empty restaurant

If space is what you want
If it's peace and quiet you're after
Art stuck to the walls
Crowding the edges of an otherwise empty eating hall

Banquets await
Dishes under the lowlight
above the blue flame
wishing to be eaten

If it's a vacant spot you want
A hollow stomach for a hollow haven
The dimmed lights and the cool air
Part of you wants to digest

Taste buds clash
flames lick like tongues
saliva fills the mouth
But the restaurant is still empty