The Waitress
“All men are pricks” she says
“Are you sure about that?” I say
I look deep into her eyes
and she half smiles.
She holds the stare and so do I.
“Whatever a woman says, she means
the opposite” she says with a giggle
and stubs her cigarette.
She leaves to do a chore
inside the café.
I sip my latte and wait
for her to come back.
I love our little chats!
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