> As the neon sign flickers a soft, sputtering glow,
Tom Waits takes the stage in a diner's late show.
With a voice steeped in gravel, and eyes sharp with wit,
He prepares for a patron whom he's slated to sit.
In a booth near the window, where the rain gently taps,
Bill Gates sits in silence, his mind perhaps wrapped
In the latest endeavors of philanthropic goals,
Or computing conundrums that perplex mortal souls.
With a notepad and pen tucked in apron’s tight crease,
Tom saunters to Gates with a smooth, silent ease.