Restaurant Puke Talk: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

Why do people in/
restaurants think it’s okay to/
talk about puking?

Steak Versus Seafood in Chicago: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

In a city known/
for great beef steaks, why would I/
go out for seafood?

Bad Typo For A Restaurant: Revolutionary Improv Haiku

The new restaurant’s/
coupon says it’s on Stale Street./
I hope that’s not right.

May I Dine At Your Restaurant? An Improv Revolutionary Email Sonnet

I never thought I’d be
asking someone out from PT!
It does, after all, seem
to be so far away, so like a dream.

And yet, her profile captivates me,
and her smile blazes like a light on the sea.
So I, interested, read what she wants
and think about dining in her restaurant.

I wonder if she has wireless there,
and if she, as the owner, would ever care
if a writer and consultant came over the waves,
walked in, sat down, and said “Hi. I’m Dave.”

If he proceeded to make himself at home there,
would she be interested? Would she care?