Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Poem #170 of 365

The Miller Lite delivery man
spent 3 hours, by his own
admission, trying to convince
the cute young mesera to go
out with him on a date at
"a very fancy restaurant",
as if she would want to sit
in one tonight after working
at one all day. He was persistent,
and I silently applauded his
attempts to woo her in Spanish,
which set her and the happy
hour drunk at the bar to laughing
in multiple languages,
while my nachos got cold and
my tea glass remained unrefilled.


(btw, a mesera is a waitress)

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

3 comments:

The Stash Dauber said...

nice vignette

also like the new page layout

will have to find an occasion suitable for punk lyric screamage

maybe over the feedback meltdown at the end of "little doll" when the stoogeband plays the wreck on my b-day (week from thursday)?

a.k.a. sunlit doorway said...

thank you


and, i work til midnight on thursdays. can swing by after.

The Stash Dauber said...

that actually works out exceptionally well if we start late and play long.

off topic: exciting news about shannon's opera. (inconsiderate and incomprehensible to others, tho communicating via blog comment on the wrong post.)