Woman Responds

Ms. Haiku
Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
edited July 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I'm behind the counter
growing older, not too tired,
though. Between taking orders from new diners
I fill coffee cups and sugar dispensers,
joke with the cook,
and write out sight-seeing directions.

We serve the best fries around, the ones that hit the spot
for weary couples and high school crowds
(just ignore the man with the black & white notebook.)

This may look small town to you,
but you're sitting in a Jersey diner booth.
The glorious colors of autumn always fool.

You may think I'm common,
my life not chosen, a chalkboard still blank,
but people my age inspire music when we walk.
We've worked hard for our calluses,
and proud of it!

If only you could see the tattoos on my shoulders.
One of the Garden State Parkway, the other an opened letter.
The Parkway tattoo - so I'll always find home.
The opened letter

designed by someone

another story, eh?

I've seen him once since

another story, some other time, alright?

How about more coffee?
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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  • ISN
    ISN Posts: 1,700
    for the subject, this is perfect.....it couldn't be improved....if it's a reflection on you.....then I'd say your way with words could open up vistas for the unsuspecting.....hehehehehehehe
    ....they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Somebody looking for this poem? ;)


    Yours,
    The Sleuth :cool:
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Somebody looking for this poem? ;)


    Yours,
    The Sleuth :cool:
    Thanks again, Mr "Bloodhound" Carrots! I just have to copy this poem into a different thread et voila.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • Ali
    Ali Posts: 2,621
    Very interesting perspective....
    That is ...if youve ever been a waitress.
    Or as they call it nowadys..."A Server.".:)
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    i'm completely intrigued. i don't think i understand it but that's what makes it so interesting to me. i don't even think i think i understand it.
    Salut baloo
  • Ms. Haiku
    Ms. Haiku Washington DC Posts: 7,390
    It's in response to Elderly Woman in a Small Town from the elderly woman's point of view. It was my first post on this board almost a year ago. I asked Mr. Carrots to find it for me because I'm posting it on a thread in Words and Communication. I hope this little tidbit doesn't ruin it for you. Now, if someone can find, "Who's in the Rearview Mirror" for me then I could post that under a RVM post under Words and Communication, too.
    There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
    The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
  • burtschips
    burtschips Posts: 734
    ahhh interesting, i thought of her as being youngish...... still mysterious to me. did an edit and stuck another photo of kugler in open door if ya fancy a browse.
    Salut baloo
  • olderman
    olderman Posts: 1,765
    this is cool. i'd like to do "a man responds" but there aren't too many pj songs where i could relate to being the man (from the same focal point as elderly woman). it certainly would not be betterman or go.... i might be able to write something to "crazy on you" by heart but i will not do that here..

    thanks for the poem :)
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green

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