next in line,
how may i help you?

he works at a coffee shop now
where he serves tons of pretty girls
pretty little cappiccinos
and smiles at them.
when he gets bored of one
he'll say
next in line,
how may i help you?
and then he'll smile like he always does

he's always gotta be the hero;
righteous and honorable and entirely blameless,
he clears his throat to ask for the next helpless-girl-in-need
next in line,
how may i help you?

and i'm watching him now
from the crooked table in the corner
my lips to my coffee cup and my eyes
w a t c h i n g . h i m . m o v e
while his eyes twinkle
as he raises his voice over the morning rush

next in line,
how may i help you?

07/05/2004

Author's Note: what i've been doing lately is taking the littlest, realest, most literal situation and trying to turn it into poetry.

Posted on 07/05/2004
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