Sam

Sam.
smoky dingy café,
workmen shout and curse.
She floats among the tables
tending like a nurse, pauses
 when she sees me, breaks
   into a smile then skips behind
 the counter, lingers for a while.
 Keeps chatting while she's
serving, shedding all her
pain… then, when
I am leaving,
she becomes
a nurse again.