Sonnet of the waitress’ reciprocal craving who is sorry for the rhymed couplets

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December 19th 2005. Sonnet of the waitress' reciprocal craving who is sorry for the rhymed couplets

She's not italian, she comes from outer space
we look in the eyes across tables and faces
we don't smile each other if just for a second
given time to tap a glance or a beckon
She wears her black hair short, she has a smooth skin,
her meaty lips dance is as deadly as a sin
that thick dark frame of her wise glasses says
she's insecure and she likes it the rough way
Outside the place of the vortex goodbyes
I stand and reach for her faint blue smile
beyond the window pane she bows her head
into neon light she's slicing white bread
I follow her hand moving as a toppling wing
I look away and that's what I wanted to sing.

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5 Responses to “Sonnet of the waitress' reciprocal craving who is sorry for the rhymed couplets” :

Deborah said

You may not read this as a compliment, but that’s my intention …. this sounds very much like a Bob Dylan song.

I like it very much.

corpodibacco said

Deborah, thank you! A very less flattering comparison would have make me happy anyway!
I guess Bob Dylan is inside my ear as he’s inside so many people ears. Without even knowing, one learns to speak and think and sing and write aping the folks he loved and admired the most. I learned english listening to music, so.

I adore Bob Dylan, for example when he says ‘You say you lost your faith, but this is not where it’s at’.
Can a verse be more original than this? Too great.

peace & love,

Deborah said

Good. I’m glad you saw it as a compliment. I should have figured, the rebel that you are, would appreciate it.

I’m speechless sometimes, when I think of Bob Dylan and how much his words and music and voice has impacted my life. He’s simply amazing.

corpodibacco said

…And he gave his best on his twenties. I mean he wrote all those very profound and powerful songs when he was just about 22 or 23!
This thin american-jew-russian folksinger was a little after his teens when all the world turned to listen to him. Staggering!
Have you seen that Scorses’s movie about him? It makes this clear, how young and genial and deluded he was then. WoW.

Deborah said

I’m mortified to tell you, I haven’t seen it yet. It’s on my amazon wish list though.
Soon.