Melody
The Great North Woods in the Land of Hiawatha
USA
3318 Posts
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.
Daily I fall in love with Waitresses
Posted - Jan 18 2011 : 8:23:15 PM
