waitress,
in pink, with a black
apron,
that i want a cold,
cold glass of milk,
and a slice
of chocolate cake.
she smiles,
tapping her pen
against her pad.
i've made her happy.
most people
want
eggs, juice and
wheat toast, she says,
at this time of the day.
i nod and smile,
then watch her as
she turns to
sashay away,
which makes me
happy.
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