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| melody |
Posted - Jan 18 2011 : 8:23:15 PM
Both of my daughters are waitresses; my eldest since she was 15-she will be turning 30 in April!
I heard this on WPNE radio this afternoon and just wanted to share it. I thought it was pretty good!
Daily I fall in love with waitresses
with their white bouncing name tags
KATHY MARGIE HONEY SUE
and white rubber shoes.
I love how they bend over tables
pouring coffee.
Their perky breasts hover above potatoes
like jets coming in to LAX
hang above the suburbs—
shards of broken stars.
I feel their fingers
roughened by cube steaks softened with grease
slide over me.
Their hands and lean long bodies
keep moving so...
fumbling and clattering so harmoniously
that I am left overwhelmed, quivering.
Daily I fall in love with waitresses
with their cream-cheese cool.
They tell secrets in the kitchen
and I want them.
I know them.
They press buttons creases burgers buns—
their legs are menu smooth.
They have boyfriends or husbands or children
or all.
They are french dressing worldly—
they know how ice cubes clink.
Their chipped teeth form chipped beef
and muffin syllabics.
Daily I fall in love with waitresses.
They are Thousand Island dreams
but they never stand still long enough
as they serve serve serve.
~ by Elliot Fried |
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| melody |
Posted - Jan 19 2011 : 08:14:04 AM
..."Daily I fall in love with waitresses with their cream cheese cool" I LOVE that!
Mel |
| FebruaryViolet |
Posted - Jan 19 2011 : 07:57:27 AM
This is great--my husband is a server, so I totally appreciate this poem, the lushness and sensuality, is really fabulous.
Musings from our family in the Bluegrass http://sweetvioletmae.blogspot.com/ |
| sherrye |
Posted - Jan 19 2011 : 07:50:39 AM
LOL. i soooo enjoyed the poem i am a old waitress. LOL happy days sherrye
the learn as we go silk purse farm
farm girl #1014
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