Daily Sip - Daily I Fall in Love With Waitresses

Daily I fall in love with waitresses
with their white bouncing name tags
KATHY MARGIE HONEY SUE
and white rubber shoes.
I love how they bend over tables
pouring coffee.
Their perky breasts hover above potatoes
like jets coming in to LAX
hang above the suburbs-
shards of broken stars.
I feel their fingers
roughened by cube steaks softened with grease
slide over me.
Their hands and lean long bodies
keep moving so...
fumbling and clattering so harmoniously
that I am left overwhelmed, quivering.
Daily I fall in love with waitresses
with their cream-cheese cool.
They tell secrets in the kitchen
and I want them.
I know them.
They press buttons creases burgers buns-
their legs are menu smooth.

They have boyfriends or husbands or children
or all.
They are french dressing worldly-
they know how ice cubes clink.
Their chipped teeth form chipped beef
and muffin syllabics.
Daily I fall in love with waitresses.
They are Thousand Island dreams
but they never stand still long enough
as they serve serve serve.

---Elliot Fried, from Marvel Mystery Oil. © Red Wind Books, 1991

This makes me think of Hooters.

Hahahah Mike, that cracked me up.

The structure is different here. Usually I wouldn't care for it but here it worked I think.

Hmm. Weird. And interesting. Mostly weird.

This reminds me so much of Ronald Wallace's "You Can't Write a Poem About McDonalds"

http://poemhunter.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-cant-write-poem-about-mcdonalds.html

...food/sex/gross/yummy comparisons and all. It's definitely an intriguing and wacky genre.

Love it. Cream cheese cool. Menu smooth. Thousand Island dreams. How suitable and impactful. I love the thought of this man thinking about waitresses and all that they suggest. I fall in love with them too.

I heard Garrison Keillor reading it on the radio a while ago. It made me think about how you can use descriptions that are unique and more fitting for your topic. Not everybody needs to have lips that are rose red... they could be ketchup red, or carnation, or stop sign, or lava.

Excellant image poem.

Picture the author oogling each waitress as she flits by.

Takes a low beam idea and switches it to a high-beam exposure.

We've all been there.

"Their chipped teeth form chipped beef
and muffin syllabics."

Top class.

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