the zen derived peculiarly from bussing a ZILLION tables at o'sho restaurant (located on south road in poughkeepsie)
the supreme tunnel vision of seeing only plates awash in butter grease, glasses hollowed and perishing under lipstick stains and ravaged ice cubes, as your pores become brimfilled with smoke
occasionally a thought nudges its way into some prominence. a rhyme. a ditty. a philosophy on life. you swat it away 'with the easiness'. if the ditty is really flavorful you mouth the words as you bus bus bus bus bus.
driving back home with your dress between your legs, your car smelling like strawberry auto fragrance for the first time in its blushing adolescence, route 9 lit by orderly ranks of streetlights
the supreme tunnel vision of seeing only plates awash in butter grease, glasses hollowed and perishing under lipstick stains and ravaged ice cubes, as your pores become brimfilled with smoke
occasionally a thought nudges its way into some prominence. a rhyme. a ditty. a philosophy on life. you swat it away 'with the easiness'. if the ditty is really flavorful you mouth the words as you bus bus bus bus bus.
driving back home with your dress between your legs, your car smelling like strawberry auto fragrance for the first time in its blushing adolescence, route 9 lit by orderly ranks of streetlights