i’m waiting for a service, waiting in vain.
she’s waiting on another man, no one drank again.
she flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips.
led me just enough. i shouldn’t have tipped.
i say ‘well’, the food there was cr-p.
the other one there, i didn’t give two glances.
she’s in love with my soul – she think’s i’m attractive.
she forraged a smile, i saw the floor.
she tried again, i examined the ashtray.
i say ‘well’.
but i still make the mistake of eating where the food is cr-p.