HOT STUFF.

A HOT TEMPERED WAITRESS.

So what do you want
Me to do huh? Go
Around waiting on
You? You think that I’ve

Nothing better to
Do than wait on you,
Big boy? Jean sits down
Into the nearest

Chair. Elbid takes a
Drag on his Camel
Cigarette. The dame
Has a hot temper.

Boiling point has been
Hit, he muses and
Turns and looks away
From her, noticing

The other busy
Waitresses were all
Running about as
Usual. But this

Dame she has some go.
He looks out of the
Cafe window; the
Street is busy, the

People passing by.
If you want something
You ask me nicely,
Big boy; I ain’t just

Some dumb waitress, I
Could have been a hot
Model, only my
Old man he don’t like

It see, he thinks, I’m
Just a broad with no
Brain, well he was wrong
See, because I have a

Brain and one day I’m
Going to get out of
This lousy joint and
Be somebody. Jean

Pauses, looks at young
Elbid, stands up and
Takes out her order
Book. So what you

Having? Elbid lets
Out smoke, looks at her,
Takes in her fine legs
And huggable hips.

Coffee, hot dog and
Side salad, he says.
Jean slowly writes down
The order, her hand

Scribbling on the
Small page. Then she turns
Away and walks to
The kitchen. Elbid

Watches her go off,
Swallows up her fine
A*s, remembers her
Eyes’ fiery glow.