Green Peas at Stake

At Lunch (Dew Drop 11)

At Lunch

When we enter the cave of
Duffy's Sport Grill,
waitresses in green confess
their powers of devotion,
commissioned to our orders,
as the din of thousand TV
screens meddle with our
conversation. This deal--
supposedly business--will
take a strange zigzag, for
with mirth and abandon,
beer flows, the holy water
of whooping laughter.
In the opposite booth, the woman
with the navy paisley shirt
and moxie pinches sugar packets
like hunted Easter eggs
into her bag. Our looks cross;
she smiles, so self-assured
her gray eyes that I feel like
offering her my job.