Waitresses Poems - Poems about Waitresses

...How I met Josie I met Josie at the Black Cow a watering hole for singles pair of jade Green Earrings adorned her ears and drew my eye we talked about our pasts spent time Reelin’ In the Y......

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...she avoids crowds too many feelings chaos and dissention She does better with positivity Negativity takes her strength Zaps her energy Throws her into a terrified state She does not frequent......

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...To The Tune Of Christmas Wrapping By The Waitresses Damn and blast ! Somethings wrong My dog ran off down the freeway I was away working hard you see And didn't see him get aw......

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...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 w......

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...In the shadow of the night, with the pale and silent moon, I walked the streets of Ia?i, the city of forgetting. The moon, with her distorted face, watched me from above, As the carriages passed b......

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...Let the laborers rest, like poetry, the rhyme is in their job, as they hammer the nails, and man the railroads, maids clean someone else's toilets, others fell giant trees, as the waitresses tw......

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...he entered the room as if rice was about to boil over, seeing faces of those he didn't recognise look as though they were reading the last line of a book they never read before, staggered, asymm......

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...Four cafés in his small town,  on fourth floor window looking at the neighbour tower , he saw his friend entering the  shopping centre He went to join him as he wanted to share a cup of coffee with......

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...I'd like to step back in time a bit And mention the dinosaur. He lived two hundred million years And then was seen no more. The dino's demise is a mystery That's hashed and often rehashed here. ......

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...I don't know about you but the seeming me abused and cursed had all my birth fingers burnt off at the first knuckle before the first lullaby from too many here hold my beer blithely eager watch ......

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...Calling Captain Hindsight, where the heck are you? The table booked for one-fifteen and now it’s ten-past-two, The waiting staff are anxious, they want me to move on, Their patience was exhausted ......

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...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,......

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...Hang a left, clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The place is slow-time empty. The staff talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mi......

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...I was not the party, but I was the listener at the party Steady streams of people sat to tell their stories Not only at parties, but on street corners and buses. I was a pied piper, drawing them i......

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...There are no records of the man who raised this grand hotel. But there are many stories of the folks who new it well. Thank God for the patient horses at the hitching rail who carried home their r......

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