Could you (whoever "you" are) please read my poem and give feedback? Thank you.

Question

-TinyPoet

She sits at the automat
waiting.
Waiting in sullen silence,
steeping in the same melancholy water her tea is.
Hat drooping to hide her hastily painted face,
a could be masterpiece she never wants to be seen.
Straw pokes out in a decisive flop,
like the heat rising out of the cold bronze metal,
which only warms her feet.
She keeps her coat on, her head down,
tries to hide her silken dress,
too prim to be in an automat, too lonely to be anywhere else.
The rouge on her cheek only seems to be getting brighter,
as her stiff hands pale and
shake.
The teacup rattles against the saucer,
crashing against her ears
just like his screams,
hours ago,
before she painted her face
before she left.
She knows the automat should be closed by now,
there’s no one else to serve, but
there’s nowhere else to go.
She stares into the white of the table before her,
too aware
of the black reflection looming behind her,
sinking again into sullen silence,
broken only by the clink of a teacup,
and the burning red of her cheek.

Answer 1

While I don't know what your assignment is, this is quite good as a free verse poem.

Answer 2

Assignment: an ekphrastic poem about Edward Hopper's "Automat"

Answer 3

I see. Yes, I think you captured what could, indeed, be the feelings of the woman in the painting.

Answer 4

Reed, you're only an 8th grader? You sound pretty smart. I'm in 9th. :)
-TinyPoet

Answer 5

An 8th grader? I was, in 1962. I'm a tutor here.

Answer 6

As a matter of fact, I just got an invitation to my 45th college class reunion in the mail today.