The Waitress

It’s her and not the Waffle House That bids me come that way Not the food or awesome prices But her smile that feels like pay Her beauty has me blooming With stares and look and see And as she takes my order No other place I’d want to be Her movements have me craving The all she is to me While simply wearing a uniform She awakens my need to be The kindness of her service Would cure any lonely condition There something more that arrives Not coming from the kitchen It’s not the place with something to eat That turns that something on that’s missing And never mind the jealous eye’s That are there just like mine Wishing that they were kissing The cries and lies that beacon time And suggest a cozy meeting My turn that often comes and goes with my always ever seeking Away to be a little more With would be love that's creeping Imagine this a beautiful wife Compleat with ring and hair An overdose of happiness Where few brave souls do dare I settle for just the stolen moments With my precious loving care Glad to be without the worry Of the eye’s that wink and stare