The Waitress

The Diner was brightly lit Made to look like the sixties Under a thin veil of the seventies She came over Meatloaf special tonight She looked tired Long past retirement age She wasn't doing this because she liked it She had to do it to survive No 401k or nest egg Small social security check Dead husband Kids doing their own thing You brought them up Fed them Clothed them Loved them Now you need them But they aren't there So, recite those specials Poise that pen Hope for a decent tip Then do it again