Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Local Steakhouse

Russell Sivey Avatar Russell Sivey - LIFETIME Premium Member Russell Sivey - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail  Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Local Steakhouse which was written by poet Russell Sivey. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Russell Sivey

Best Russell Sivey Poems

+ Fav Poet

Local Steakhouse

I sit down After eight hours of ordering And waiting on the customers I must relax From a day’s work waiting the tables That have been mine since I started Steak is my specialty So I tell my customers And the food here is excellent It’s not just a line It really is good here I worked fifty eight hours Just in one week And I get the normal overtime Just time and a half Not much considering All the extra work I do I help clean the tables I get the menus all set up together And I make sure the chairs Are all in their places I want my area to be in perfect shape So when the customers come They are impressed By how this place looks And start their pleasant stay At my steakhouse I greet, seat, and treat All the customers that come into this restaurant I tell each one The daily specials Which, in my opinion Aren’t worth the price we charge them But they order them anyway And with a smile I tell them thank you And I turn in the order I do this for each table Saying that I am so happy they came in And that I will take their order now I serve each customer as if they are family They appreciate this And I’ve seen many repeat customers That want to sit In my area They want me to be their waiter I easily approach them And lovingly take their order and serve them With the greatest of joy And when they leave It’s the tip that keeps me alive The work is alright But the tip is what keeps me working there I collect all of them for the fifty eight hours That I have worked there this week And I deposit them into my bank Where I must have the money To pay all my bills Life requires so much And I need this job To stay afloat I don’t know if I would ever be anything else This is my life And I am the waiter At the local steakhouse
Just a note, I've never been a waiter, this is purely a fictional observation. Entered into Catie Lindsey's "Free Verse Time Again" contest 3/7/2013

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 3/9/2013 2:27:00 PM
    Russell a great story-tale you've weaved. Nicely done because I believed. Good luck in the contest. Warm Smiles, Connie

  1. Date: 3/8/2013 12:28:00 PM
    I've been on a week's holiday in Turkey, there is the internet very bad - has not been reading much poetry. - (But when I have vacation I would doing other things) - Today I'm back home and have the time to read your poem Russell. - You would have been a good waitress, beef meat perfectly made! - Luck in contest ! - Glad you enjoyed my little holiday poem. - Have a beautifully weekend! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 3/8/2013 11:19:00 AM
    This fiction is so fantastic and amazing as well . I've enjoyed reading it my dear friend Russell! It's an excellent free verse indeed and if ever my favorite great poet like you happens to serve me in a steakhouse, it will be my great pleasure and honor. I'll be coming back all the time, lol! Great write indeed and good luck in the contest! love and hugs, Leonora

  1. Date: 3/8/2013 9:34:00 AM
    loved this clever write, Russell - and I really thought you were a waiter until I read the footnote

  1. Date: 3/8/2013 8:51:00 AM
    Well for fiction its pretty awesome..I worked at sonic once and serving customers is one of the hardest jobs in the world...and sometimes one of the most thankless ... wonderful portrayal of the life of a waiter Russell....enjoyed it..