Waitress

Waitress

We're in a restaurant

We're sitting on the deck

With a beer and a glass

That you've spit in 

"There, drink me up", 

you say

I know the taste

I've tasted it before 

And you have the priciest cup 

The outdoor heater, 

A dumb waiter to the lord

I tell him "good work"

It's what I ordered 

You did me right 

Author's Note

#6 from Poems, October 6.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very nice read. Made me wish to know more. Thank you Cole for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote