The Waitress

by nourayasmine   Oct 4, 2014

Under that white skirt and
light smirk,
there hides a beautiful demon.

A demon that brings glasses
and dishes and music
to the tables, and
a morning of happiness
for free.
She's an orchestra.
Her words are the violin,
the noise of her steps is an ukulele,
the gossips of customers after she passes by
are the nimble strokes on a piano,
and just when a stranger from outside the cafe
catches sight of her, we have the musical notes.
And look,
this guy is sad that she hasn't taken his order yet,
his eyes follow the steps her feet are weaving,
his eyes trace the cup as it leaves her fingertips
and rests on a near table,
his eyes are wondering if the wine
has been squeezed
off her rebellious
or her rolled up sleeves,
or off that small, red tattoo
above her ankle.
She turned those men sitting in the corners
into columns of light,
she turned the place into questions.
She's the sound and

even the ahs and ohs of
the two forgotten lovers in the bathroom
are hushed

when she goes outside
for a quick cigarette.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Glenn G

    I feel that way already and she hasn't waited on me. Sounds like she would make forget I was hungry. Good job!

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This really is a detailed and wonderfully original write that had me mesmerized throughout. I love the use of metaphor throughout this piece.
    Well done and all the very best,

  • 6 years ago

    by Abed


  • 6 years ago

    by =The-Fairy-Mary-Poppins=

    I would love to meet this dame! O my God so beautiful the poem You described a young woman or any waitress actually they have to endure so much for either their kids or for themselves I hope it gets nominated because if I could I would nominate it it's just so beautiful and true (probably not for all women who are waitresses) 5/5


  • 6 years ago

    by JaneDoeWrites

    I absolutely adore this write. It offers such fanastic imagery, I felt as if I were sitting in a booth myself watching her walk by. I pictured a retro diner and this timeless beauty working there waiting to catch her big break, but this piece had a refreshing new twist on an age-old idea. I am impressed with the writers use of music throughout the piece. The usage of the word 'demon' here implies to me that she is sultry, dark and mysterious- that there is more to her than meets the eye hiding under her uniform. The ending was flawless and unrushed.

    Great write dear! 5/5