I work at the restaurant <br />and tie my hands with my shoe laces <br />there's no need to retrace all the steps <br />I have taken to find myself standing here washing dishes <br />over this sink <br /> <br />I work at the restaurant <br />and don't leave till the sun goes down <br />I hang my rags to dry <br />wish the patient counter girls goodnight <br />and make my way home back thru town <br /> <br />Around 6 I stand at the window <br />and watch the sky wait behind the Mountains <br />watch all the cars and people go by shoutin' <br />Now whose bread m'I supposed to butter anyway? <br /> <br />Maybe if I stare into the sun long enough <br />I can project absorbing light <br /> <br />Bridget wipes crumbs from the table <br />with a blue wet rag <br />smiles and asks, 'what you doing? ' <br /> <br />Oh, nothing. <br />I said <br />with thoughts brewin' in my head<br /><br />Steven Adelman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/smiling-moose-break-poem/
