I smile like I mean it
Behind the smooth chest high counter
As they stroll in and out
Paying only when they want to –
“Sure tis only the young fella.”
Think I give a damn
If you pay or you don’t?
What bothers me more is your contempt
It's crystal to me
You’ve more than your finances spent.
used to work the drawer at a campus deli before moving up to cocktailing. Dude, i wish you would come back.. sjg
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are most likely my favorite poet on this site. I love your writing.: D All the best, Chelsea DeVries God Bless!