The waitress with the orange hair keeps motionin' me to hurry up and leave <br />I gulp my coffee - burn my mouth - grab up my coat and slippin' out <br />I smear a streak of mustard down my sleeve <br />And the guy behind the register takes my bread and shakes his head <br />And looks at me as if I've blown his mind <br />Hey, I just come here for some coffee…hope I'm not waistin' anybody's time. <br />And Judy I'm slowly movin' back to you <br />And I wish that I could say I'll treat you better than I used to <br />It's just I'm learnin' lots of things I never knew back then <br />Judy I'm slowly movin' back again <br />That blue eyed barracuda smiles and tells me she could she could use some brand new clothes <br />She grabs my leg with a wink, asks if I want another drink <br />She's not the campfire girl you might suppose <br />But she's so busy tellin' me her troubles I don't think she's got time <br />For any kind of trouble small as mine <br />Hey, I just come here for nothin'… hope I'm not waistin' anybody's time <br />I stop here on the corner, but that red faced cop says move along your way <br />My toes are cold, my nose is numb, I got no feeling in my thumb <br />I think I just might stop inside that church and maybe pray <br />But they pass the plate and look at me when it turns out that I ain't got a dime <br />Hey, I just come in here to talk to GOD… hope I'm not waistin' anybody's time<br /><br />Sheldon Allan Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judy-5/
