I stare into a lonely nighttime puddle
'Don't Worry' tattoo'd on her right wrist;
'Be Happy' on the left
-She puts out a cigarette
in the mushy ashtry outside
and i watch her as she walks back
into the organized chaos
Sometimes her mouth is sad
around the edges;
She's over-worked-
people's rudeness has
made her half life-starved
..But also, half life-charged-
-And it gives her all the more
reason to dream of living in India,
praying under stars
Her small, graceful hands
set glasses on tables
with feline precission and care-
The hands of a hard worker
Feet aching in food-spattered shoes
; A vegetarian serving prime rib to strangers
But...besides the over-worked drowsiness
and sadness in her face
there are hints of insight;
peace; joy; wit; ...and
Wonder in her eyes
She steps into each new moment
as if on a journey
, or a mission...
; A pilgrimage -
She playfully curses her friends,
(and the regular customers)
Flaunts a twenty-dollar tip,
and skips away with a giggle that sounds
much younger than she is -
Some waitresses have Eternity
and Buddha
and Compassion
in their footsteps,
in their eyes, in their hands,
and in their smiles.
Interesting point of view, and good write, dude. Hope amidst hopelessness, nice.
I was fortunate enough to visit India for a friends wedding and was humbled by the optimism of people that had very little. Though, in truth, they had far more than many of us.
very beautiful, great flowing description of the lady great work ray! ! !
A nice detailed glimpse into a life of lowly servitude. Also has a god mix of reality and insight. I have had many of the same thoughts watching waitresses and others do their jobs. You do well with the fee-verse style.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely portrait of a woman finding things to be happy about where a lot would refuse to.