by Cindy Bredwell

Created on: May 24, 2009

The blanket of night still covers the sky

She leans over to stop the screech of the alarm

Dragging on the outfit, that only a man would choose

Still shaking her head in discussed, at its unflattering display

Pulling in the lot, with the lights blinking against the night

The punch card is full from the long hours she pulled

A waitress is the glue that binds all the souls

To feed, to talk, to laugh, and to be rude

Hiding under the softness of smiles, reeks the evil of a beast

Unknown to most, but it is still there just waiting

Waiting for the time to blear its ugly face, to ruin the day

To make the waitress wonder why she still stays

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