Thought it could be finer,
the diner
slightly burnished
leather booth furnished.
He grabbed a chair,
sitting there.
Until the waitress
until… Beatrice.
She moved with grace
curly hair framed her face,
oddly mesmerized
in big brown eyes,
beautiful girl
pink bow in the curls.
She surveyed his tenue
offered a menu,
he could not think,
ordered a drink
barely noticing the fare
on printed paper there.
Fumbled for some water
she, very close by, offered
My name is Beatrice
I’ll be your waitress.
What can I do for you?
glancing up at her
spoke with a stutter
I, I, I,
Beatrice smiled.
He was beguiled.
We have some specials,
fresh caught mussels.
Thought her eyes were dancing
thought about advancing
He heard her then.
being close to her.
Like a light
his very sight
his mind a blur
looking at her.
Ordered a dish
but the real wish
was the waitress,
Beatrice.
***
The Bag Lady 
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