Waitress Poems - Poems about Waitress

The Waitress

In the dim-lit corner of a forsaken cafe,
I dwell alone, as time slips away.
He strides in with an air of indifference,
Yet his gaze betrays no hint of penitence.
Briefly, our eyes entwine in sorrow,
A fleeting moment, a glimpse of tomorrow.
In his hand, a bouquet of broken dreams,
As I suffocate in the silence, it seems.
He won't stay,

The Waitress

It’s her and not the Waffle House
That bids me come that way
Not the food or awesome prices
But her smile that feels like pay
Her beauty has me blooming
With stares and look and see
And as she takes my order
No other place I’d want to be
Her movements have me craving
The all she is to me
While simply wearing a

Coffee Refill

There was a server at the local cafe you see
Who got in trouble when refilling cups of coffee
Many said just a shot
Half a cup was said a lot
But she lost her job when one said hit me

Waitress

without a menu

leggy waitress spinning round


silken table cloth.

The Waitress

Little dove won't you sing for me?
I'd walk the ocean for your melody
And fall asleep out on the sea
If only you would sing for me

Little dove can I play for you?
I'd play all day if you want me to
You'd just sit and hear the view
If only I could play for you

The Waitress Nodded

at way-stressed words that echoed...
"my (main-you!) plea-is tea...tasting...
'of-odd-cause' heavy flavoring...cofcof..."

stan sand

The Jolly Little Cafe Where a Chestnut Tree Once Grew - Monologue

There's a jolly little cafe where a chestnut tree once grew, 
They serve hot bubbling tea and buttered toast,   
Where the waiter wears a waistcoat which is buttoned up askew  
And the waitress glides along much like a ghost.  

The chestnut in the glade has now fallen to the blade 
Many

Waitress

Waitress
David J Walker

There is a waitress working at
The Sunrise coffee shop

Who knows her tips depend
On a convincing performance

To that end she knows my name
I am
    Darlin or 
              sugar or 
        

Little Waitress

She was just a little waitress
whom my eye was trained to see
When she walk around the restaurant
for her love to claim to me

That she said she only loved me
when our love was there to be
As I walked out through the doorway
for her love to pay to me

Taste of Hope

Rushing to tables, to people
Mostly strangers in vibrant colors
Hungry for more than biscuits
Starving for a kind word, a smile

All those years, through tears
And often through tired fears
I hurried past eager voices, accents
Telling and retelling of life journeys

Dishes piled up on empty tables
Waiting to be cleared, scrubbed
By faithful hands with wet rags
Who left not a blemish

The Waitress

We came walking blind bends at dusk, 
An overhanging fig picked fresh.
No pavements, just a nervous trust 
that drivers would skirt our single line.

Hugging the roadside with torches lit, 
Phones swung glowing to the ground 
At each arm's stride, hunger growing. 
Alkina's Taverna above the bend ahead 

Bids we run the road blind
To steeply climb

Cinnamon Sugar Toast Please

Cinnamon sugar toast please
No butter, toasted caramel, not bark colored.
Extra sugar on the east side.
Extra cinnamon on the right.
Make sure the cinnamon gets spread to the edge.
Do not let any sugar hit the plate.
Maybe a dollop of whipped cream.
What shape should that dollop be in? 
Asked the waitress
my mother

The Waitress

Sometimes I cry
Sometimes I smile
Sometimes I hide
In the bathroom for a while
The ketchup bottles are empty
The ice buckets must be full
Children scream for chicken tenders
Food is fried in peanut oil
Make sure to write on the ticket
If someone has an allergy
Or they might break out in hives
And their meal will be free
Which means
No money for me

Helpless Waitress

Hurrying down across  the ro W
Endless orders for young Pippa
Lovely  smile  and  a  bright   Hi
Plates of  orders   steaming  hot,
Less help  today  at hotel 3  star
Evening crowds, work no pause,
Solitary waitress tip toes  across
So be generous to the young lass

Written 29/05/2020
3rd

A Male Waitress

What's it like to be a male waitress
Making sure dudes don't touch your humaness
It's a real challenge
Got a large package
But must maintain decorum while wearing a dress

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