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Waiting On A Friend

So
I’m ¬†seated in a
bright red booth at
an Italian joint, the
waitress, lovely,
small tee

with small sleeves
ruffled at the
shoulder showing
her
bright red tattoo

Red like the booth

in the shape of a
heart, filled in and
fist-sized,

She dips politely,
sets the menu
down with a smile
saying they have
specials, and an
all-day happy hour,

She turns, I see
her other
tattoo,
a
colorful
flower,

And the downtown traffic
walks by,
with stars in their
eyes or a story to
tell,

And the music
swells, old pop
songs from a time
almost gone,

And I wonder
some more
About the girl with
her heart on her
sleeve,

What does she do
when she leaves,
What does she
believe?

That the world
sees her there
with her heart on
her sleeve,

And a tray in her
hand like a
testament to her
quest, her body,
advertising at its
best, telling all who
would look
That ful-
fillment lie
Next to her
breast?

And I
forget
About the rest
as the food
arrives and I widen
my eyes and
I eat and I leave
and feeling
naive, I
wonder how long
I’ll wonder about
the girl with her
heart on her
sleeve.