4/7/06
Waitress
rain rain rain
tip sh tip us
we’ll take care of you
dark gang in this wild land
we’re your love
and your mother
we’re your fire
I want to go to that dark bar
I don’t want to be like you
I want to own my house
can’t you be like me
tip tip be at night
when we know you’re magic
wolves tear at night
men roar and long fangs bite
tendrils choke and strangle
don’t she cries
I won’t he lies
lay with me cold
lay with me sterile
if you’re dead
nothing can get you
don’t she cries
I’m a fire
and a love
I want to own my house
can’t you be like me
tip tip be at night
When we know you’re magic
The glasses chink
The tray it wavers
The honey waitress hips swagger
The black air and silent smoke
Rise from bodies huddled warm
Scurrying they vibrate
and unkempt they leer
They stare and watch the bosom press
Its way between the drunkards
Tip me tip me she says and steers
Her height into another
And another and so it goes around
The girl watching her
Seeing her splash pale ale
Seeing her stuff cash in her bra
Seeing her catch her stare
And the girl sweats and looks put out,
Goes up to the waitress now
Why do you act so sullen here,
when we come in for a dream.
No thought thee, behind those eyes
Give me money, not surprise
Give me money was all she heard
Though the waitress had not spoke a word