starving for love
and affection
you make small talk
with the waitress
at I hop.
she calls you sugar,
you call her
mindy, because
that's her name, at
least on the tag
embroidered in her
pink uniform.
more coffee, mindy,
asks, bending over
just enough
to give you a glimpse
of her suntan.
sure, you say,
keep it coming.
let me tell you
about the specials
she says, which makes
you say. no need.
I can see what's
special from here.
this leads to the
manager coming out,
and telling you
to wise up.
you now have a new
waitress, or rather
waiter. Jerome.
he tells you the
specials and tops
off your coffee.
you try to hand him
a napkin with your
phone number on it
to give to mindy,
but he says no.
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