Free Coffee

I stopped for a cup at the local all-nighter I'm a regular there. I'm the "poetry writer". You'll always find the occasional hack, The delinquents, the addicts, that hang in the back. A drifter, a grifter, disenchanted and surly All nameless faces, except the waitress named Shirley I throw her a line, she throws me a sign Our usual "Hi, how are you?" Then step to the bar, put a ten in her jar, She's divorced and the mother of two. She looks out of place with her ribbons and lace She's polite, friendly and kind But make no mistake, she bites like a snake With a switchblade tongue, razor fine. They're busy tonight and I need to write She brings my black coffee to go Says, "I'll give you this, you give me a kiss And that will be all that you owe." A kiss on the lips for ten dollar tips That sounds fair enough to me Besides, she's pretty, got big titties And gives me my coffee for free. Daniel Turner