Meeting With A Waitress Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali)

He saw her serving at a table,
did leave a bigger than normal tip
with his own number on the bill,
smiled at her friendly and he was lonely.
Before he had reached his BMW
she did call him on his cellular phone,
invited him to her apartment
much later that evening at the end of her shift.
He met her with a bunch of red roses,
a bottle of very expensive champagne
and her smile was shy and unpretentious
while her teeth gleamed like genuine pearls.

[Reference: "'Did" by Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali.]