waitress poems

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

YOUR WAITRESS

While dreaming a poem about autumn
your waitress thoughtlessly poured
water in your coffee cup,
splashed chowder on your suit.
So sorry and excuse me but
in case you haven’t heard
there’s a high wind in the dining room,
a half-moon in the pie;
there’s a blaze in the crystal,
and wild weather in your eyes.
I know you wanted your meat rare,
some extra sour cream,
but just outside the window, trees
are bleeding leaves;
the sunflowers wear mourning;
there’s desolation at the tables
and tumult in the air;
an anarchy of color
threatens stability everywhere.
I know you wanted your tea hot
and your check promptly tallied;
but in case you haven’t seen,
your waitress has unloosed her hair,
has given up her tray
and absconded with her pen in hand
to catch the world that’s burning.

first appeared in Nimrod International Journal

2 Comments:

  • I know you wanted your meat rare,
    some extra sour cream,
    but just outside the window, trees
    are bleeding leaves;
    the sunflowers wear mourning;
    there’s desolation at the tables
    and tumult in the air;
    an anarchy of color
    threatens stability everywhere.

    Another powerful poem ..Thank you for sharing your poem with us

    By Blogger iamnasra, at 8:33 AM  

  • Brilliant juxtapositioning of the waitress' imagination of the world outside and inside the dull dining room (including "wild weather in your eyes...).

    I'm sure, in the coming days, at least one your poems will be included in the yearly "The Best American Poetry" collection...

    By Blogger sigmund fraud, at 6:06 AM  

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