She just kind quietly sat by the door
\nat the back of the restaurant
\nher head in her hands
\nall the worries flood in
\na cigarette burns
\nfrom her dry shrivelled top lip
\nthe next 5 hours shift
\nis about to begin<\/p>\n
she’s exhausted already,
\nshe thinks of Alberto
\nshe left behind sleeping
\nhis sheet on the floor
\nhand in hand she could now be
\nwalking in wet grass
\ninstead of just waiting
\nby this open door<\/p>\n
which might as well be
\nSteel with great heavy padlocks
\nfor she is imprisoned, a maiden alas
\nshe has to work 5 hours
\nat least to earn something
\nwithout it, no heat
\nfor she has to buy gas<\/p>\n
so its wait on the tables
\nsmile at the diners
\nwash up and watch as her hands
\ngo bright red
\nclean down the cooker
\ndry up the glasses
\nput out the bottles
\nand dream of her bed<\/p>\n
Down in the cellar
\ntheres all sorts of spiders
\nand she is just so scared
\nof these little brutes
\nAlberto’s past caring
\nHe’s been a seafaring
\nman, rats and spiders
\nand man eating newts<\/p>\n
she brings home some bacon
\nsome fresh bread she’s taken
\na bottle of rose, some cash in her purse
\nAlberto’s still sleeping
\nKolinka starts weeping
\nthe job in the restaurant
\nits true could be worse<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She just kind quietly sat by the door at the back of the restaurant her head in her hands all the worries flood in a cigarette burns from her dry shrivelled top lip the next 5 hours shift is about … Continue reading