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
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