Just having fun

pearlmutt

So my best friend is over, and I asked him about a poem. I said, I want to write a sexy, fun poem, and then I read it to him, and I said, Is it sexy and fun? And he said yes, but this is what I think of poetry:

White wall, black chair,
Computer desk
I’m so angry.

And I thought it was pretty good considering, so I said let's write one together, and he said, give me a topic, and I said, no, no, no, okay pearl jam, no lyrics, no titles, but then we sort of cheated:

Inspiration, Word association, Feeling like
this is just about to blow up, My head
In between
my ears
No lyrics, No name, No plan, just
go with it, not on me, fly.
You’ve been given
A present
Tension
Reliever
Makes much more sense
To be a belIever
In
Someone
Between my ears
I am In Bel-I-ef.

but this is how it all started:

Ode to the Bartender

Do you know what it means to be
One button away from the bedroom?

And no I’m not talking about the remote.

It’s the top button,
The one under your black bow-tie.
It’s that button.
If it comes undone,
We’re done for.

Out of the bar -- Into your car -- Down the road -- But not too far.

It’s not this drink,
Not that I’m not,
Enjoying it,
And it’s not your high-ball either.
You know I prefer the old-fashioned
It’s more manly
At its base,
After all, it fits perfectly
In the palm of your hand.

It’s not the bourbon,
The brandy,
The white (silver) or gold tequila,
Although I do like the way
The smell hangs heavy
In the air between us.

It’s the body and soul reviver.
You know the one,
Guaranteed to soothe the soul
When you awaken from the night before
Shaken not stirred
Strained into,
You got it
A shot glass.

Those orange bitters usually get me.
Peychaud, from New Orleans.

But you’re my bar tender,
And it’s just not the drinks.

It’s the top button.
Si, bottoms up. Bonita
Between the sheets.
It’s come undone,
And we’re done for.

Ali

Pearlmutt...do ode to the waitress for me.......

pearlmutt

"And the waitress wipes off yet another table while"

this waitress?

I can do casino waitresses (I think)

I think I can, I think I can.

pearlmutt

Turns out I can't do a cassino waitress, but this is Tess, the waitress all the same.

Ode to the Waitress

I said, wait,
Just you wait.
Stay in one place, for once.

But she’s gone,
Through the door
Where the wedges of cheesecake
Must be glazed with raspberry sauce.
Tart,
A little sweet,
She’s my waitress.

Ready and willing
To smile.

By the end of the evening
Her feet feel like the trek
From my table,
Where she left her tablet,
To the kitchen
Is a mile.

I see her name
On the slip
And I know
It’s supposed to increase the tip,
But I’ll do her one better
Thanks so much!
Tess

I’ll make her immortal
Among the dark lady, my last dutchess,
And Lenore
She’ll sit
Feet propped up for eternity
Instead of walking the floor

Sitting still,
Remaining,
Forever
My waitress.