Trickle down the Cigarette Machine
Trickle down the cigarette machine,
coins in the hand of a pretty waitress.
Stockings form moons and stars on her calves
beneath a black skirt and a clean white shirt.
Her hair is all ragged like granny's favourite
doll
all black and brushed to one side to silhouette
her face
with features as pretty as her delicate palm.
Thick lashes around her bright round eyes.
Thin lipstick around her smiling white teeth.
Skin white and around her soft bone cheeks. |
Pace of a Waitress
the pace of a waitress clearing up a table
flip, tap. flip, tap. placed upon a cork top
sugar, salt & pepper, shuffled and assembled.
ching.
she does a dance of ashtrays dropped. tingle
and stay put.
plop here (prance prace), drop there (prance
prance)
what shoes plop softly on the rug floor
what metal chimes fall from her waist or wrist
what does a pretty waitress find beneath a teapot
a little ditty from a shitty poet, to cheap to tip.
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