Hi, I'm Larry; I'll Be Your Server

I come forty minutes on the bus
To make life good for you. Drink
Up, honey. Leave a tip. Hector's
Got the dishes for you. I'll keep
Bringing cocktails until you
Can't walk, and Mr. Sweaty;
Who's he anyway, your boss?,
Will pay the tab and take you
Somewhere, surely, not your
Home or his, to ream you.
Have a lovely night. The
Floor is thick with hip
Accountants dancing badly.
So it goes out here on the
Suburban fringe. The crowd
Is golden. I am dross, a shadowed
Figure, who will board the bus,
And count his tips with hope
He's made enough to make the rent
Before he falls asleep for
Forty minutes, headed only
Home.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-12-14 at 01:13

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