Excuse Me, Waitress

Slimy dishes and vigorous appetites This is the life Of a Waitress Excuse me, miss My potatoes are cold and I can’t seem to function without Your absolute attention from those Bright Brown Eyes Oily skin from daylight sneers Dirty and Discreet desire from clients Dark rimmed eyes fill the face Silent Pauper-like stealth clicking up empty glasses Five for five fingers, sweep Swift, sly, unseen, insignificant Just another Blue Collar Reverse Prima Donna Heavy trays and snapping fingers Tinkling of silverware against what was Porcelain, soft and beautiful Now hard and marble Beautiful beautiful I pull down this ponytail and let Luscious curls cascade over delicate shoulders Take off the putrid uniform And don a red dress of passion and fairytales Take off the weary, trodden on Face of disgrace Replaced with beams of moonshine Leave Dreams wasted away on 5 dollar tips And be a Queen you’ll never know