The soup is getting ready, the name board blinksThe dog barking outside, the kitchen door creaks,I relish a mouthful of Cinnamon Apple doughnut,He enters the cafe while the jukebox plays my favorite song,I hum along, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.
The smoke fills the room, the light flickers,I look at him taking the corner seat,The guy in his formals, every girl would dream ofSipping the water with lemon, he surfs the menu.The chef yells, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.
The waitress in her stained pink dress,Her fingernails painted patchy and lumpy blue,She is kinda pretty but looking a mess,Carries the plate of steak and stewShe serves, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.
The door screeches, and the cop walks in,Trying to look cool, he waves at the waitress.His pot belly bulging out of his pants,As he gulps down a glass of beer,He burps, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.
The shabby fellow looks like a conJust finishes his meal and counting his changeBagel and coffee costs fifty bucksFishing his torn wallet to pay the billHe frowns, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.
Dusky skin, clean shaven look,That handsome guy walks right past meAnd feeds the jukebox with his coinsHe is, I think, a good match for the pretty waitress,The dog barks, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.
I sip the black coffee, glaring at my plateThe doughnut screams at me madly,'You shouldwatch your size, your tummy is growingAll the fat settling down there. Can't you just see?’I snub, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.
The guy eating his piping hot steak,The waitress keeps filling the cop's mug,The shabby fellow still shuffling his coinsI take another mouthful of doughnut and watchThe cop yawns, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.
The cop orders for the take away but never bothers to pay.As I wipe the sticky apple sauce at the corner of my lips,The handsome guy stands right in front of me grinning,Frozen like wood, I stare at him for a sec, then swipe his cardAnd smile, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.
The cop shows his crooked teeth at me,'Hey Jenny, this is too good', raising his half eaten sandwich.The board blinks, the jukebox continues to play,The door bell clinks, a new customer walks in.
It's early in the morning at Jenny's.
Prompt : Waitress Watch & Wood
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