Waitresses Poems - Poems about Waitresses

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...Time and chance happened to me Opportunity came knocking Canadian visa on my green passport grabbed with both arms ......Read the rest...

...The truth is that people think I am the best listener in the world. I have mastered the face and the expressions of the most interested. I can toss out the best impression of a person who cares. I......Read the rest...

...Valentine’s day supper Village restaurant booked Vexed diners! We wait for Venison steak meals but Violins screeched out six Viennese waltzes, the V......Read the rest...