Member Rara Avis
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass
A New Blond Waitress
She’s too pretty, this one,
long things nicely long,
round things nicely round,
won’t be a waitress forever
and hasn’t been one before.
She makes up for it with dimples
and blond hair, a chin that
shyly touches her shoulder
as she takes our order,
swings over to the kitchen,
sweet from this side too.
Before the order’s up, she’s
passed a dozen times, knows
I’m looking, shows it with a turned-in
smile, lips tucked, liking it even though
I’m old enough to be...me.
My wife hasn’t noticed, but she has.
By the time she brings our food
she’s smiling before I look, playing
tag and winning, jeans tight,
riding a shave low under the white
halter, skin between just wider
than my hand. Now there’s a thought.
She’s moving all the time,
bringing things, refilling my glass,
then the check, a laugh in her voice
that hasn’t faded with use....
One last swing by with change.
And what will be my tip?