Short Waitresses Poems
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Waitresses are the only people
Who are nice to the uncongenial
You know the ones
From the city slums
Who think they're extremely superior
Waitresses are the only people
Who are nice to the uncongenial
You know the ones
From the city slums
These a-holes think they're so superior
Life should never include ifs, ands, or butts
Especially the butts, they're made for those who lust
There's something about anuses
Attached to gorgeous waitresses
Maintain your composure, remain calm you must
Tiny diner in the middle of nothing
Gravel parking lot empty of cars
Screen door bangs as we step through
Formica tables polished until gleaming
Bobby socked waitresses giggling
Homemade biscuits and eggs served runny
Total due just $2.65 after breakfast for two
Return in a week finding dusty windows
Empty diner closed since 1964
Froth
spilling
from large mugs
brimming with chilled
Bavarian beer.
Spiced delicacies tempt.
The aroma of grilled meat
pervades the night as senses reel.
Waitresses in traditional dress
serve folks to the sound of music and song.
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23rd September, 2015
Contest: For Love of October
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Placed 5th
Watching people walk on the street.
Tells so much about who they are.
The hurried with their great strides.
Those shifty eyed and guilty shuffles.
The high noses with stuffy little steps.
Waitresses with their swinging hips.
The care full who first test the water.
But crowds will part like the dead sea.
For one with the Italian shoe swagger!
date:9/1/2019
contest: swagger
sponsor: Line Gautier
There is no need to apologize for the things you mistakenly forget to do
What type of person would I be to make a mockery of patience and virtue?
You did right with direct condolences, which most would seldom bother to do
A smile means more than a fork and spoon; the steak needed the rest in my humblest of view
Feelings of appreciation are my hope for the rest of your evening after reading this; my gratitude is for all that you do
The gunfire rages
through the cracks
of neighborhood cages
as every fetid tenement ages
and voodoo economics suppress wages
of waitresses, cabbies and sages...
while the slick-shoe alderman engages
in taxing your turnip-blood in stages
and blue-jeaned billionaires decry outrages
of clothes-hanger abortions back-stages
and gang-banger rampages --
as this feckless dog-and-pony upstages
detonated death's tick-tock gauges
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Waitress can I have a cup of coffee?
Maybe, one day, you will join me
For you never stop, you never stop
You serve, always with a smile
Taking orders all the day long
For you never stop, you never stop
Seeing you always brightens the day
Cleaning the tables for the next diner
For you never stop, you never stop
So keep a thought for all the waitresses
Coming to your table, serving good food
They never stop, they never stop
I am a listener
My eyes say “tell me”
And people do
Waitresses ask me to scoot over
I have never seen them before
They tell me their life story
Strangers and I converse
in grocery stores, on airplanes, at funerals and weddings
I listen with my heart
And I do not offer advice
I merely listen
It is enough
I often hug a new “person’ goodbye
And they cling to me
I am their listener for the day
And it makes a difference
Remember the times
We used to hang out at that club in the city
The music was hot
Drinks were cheap
The chicks were there
The bar was crowded
But there was always room for us
And all the waitresses knew us.
Everybody’s gone now
But don’t tell anyone
I still get shivers remembering the times we had
Like it was yesterday
Standing shoulder to shoulder
Drinking
Laughing
Buddies forever
When the door to the old club
Was wide open
Waiting for us to walk in.
blues and spirits downtown
away from campus
books closed until Sunday
another chapter of my life
I played
instructors and professors
couldn’t see me
mingling with townsfolks
and flirting with waitresses
the music
book learning taken to heart
psychology and sociology
but in time I discovered
life’s lessons off-campus
became a part of me
alone in a dim apartment
with headphones on
I listened to ballads
and closed my eyes
*braided haibun form