A poem by moi
(:
Waitress
A breeze from the Atlantic
In jeans and a t-shirt
Served a rich customer
In a lavender skirt
She wasn’t good at small talk
Always one to shy away
A pony-tailed sixteen year old
With hopes of a bright future
A pitcher of sweet tea in her hands
As friendly faces surrounded her
Seagulls perched on the railing
Someone caught her eye and smiled
Watching her as she walked way
A small but hopeful child
