The Waiter Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The Waiter



The waiter
The girl from yesterday came into my café
I served her slowly on my waiter`s flat feet
She had coffee and a bun gave me ten pence
In tips, she read a paper, smoked a cigarette
Then left without saying good-bye
And that was it let yesterday sleep waking
Up the past serves no one

Monday, December 5, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Clarence Prince 07 December 2016

She had coffee and a bun and gave me ten pence Had she much, she would have given you much more!

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Jan Oskar Hansen 07 December 2016

indeed

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