Early Morning At Jenny’s

The soup is getting ready, the name board blinks

The dog barking outside, the kitchen door creaks,

I relish a mouthful of Cinnamon Apple doughnut,

He enters the cafe while the jukebox plays my favorite song,

I hum along, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.

The smoke fills the room, the light flickers,

I look at him taking the corner seat,

The guy in his formals, every girl would dream of

Sipping the water with lemon, he surfs the menu.

The chef yells, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.

The waitress in her stained pink dress,

Her fingernails painted patchy and lumpy blue,

She is kinda pretty but looking a mess,

Carries the plate of steak and stew

She serves, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.

The door screeches, and the cop walks in,

Trying to look cool, he waves at the waitress.

His pot belly bulging out of his pants,

As he gulps down a glass of beer,

He burps, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.

The shabby fellow looks like a con

Just finishes his meal and counting his change

Bagel and coffee costs fifty bucks

Fishing his torn wallet to pay the bill

He frowns, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.

Dusky skin, clean shaven look,

That handsome guy walks right past me

And feeds the jukebox with his coins

He is, I think, a good match for the pretty waitress,

The dog barks, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.

I sip the black coffee, glaring at my plate

The doughnut screams at me madly,

'You should watch your size, your tummy is growing

All the fat settling down there. Can't you just see?’

I snub, it’s early in the morning at Jenny's.

The guy eating his piping hot steak,

The waitress keeps filling the cop's mug,

The shabby fellow still shuffling his coins

I take another mouthful of doughnut and watch

The cop yawns, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.

The cop orders for the take away but never bothers to pay.

As I wipe the sticky apple sauce at the corner of my lips,

The handsome guy stands right in front of me grinning,

Frozen like wood, I stare at him for a sec, then swipe his card

And smile, it's early in the morning at Jenny's.

The cop shows his crooked teeth at me,

'Hey Jenny, this is too good', raising his half eaten sandwich.

The board blinks, the jukebox continues to play,

The door bell clinks, a new customer walks in.
It's early in the morning at Jenny's.

I fancy observing people and the place.

Prompt : Waitress Watch & Wood - This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Also shared in Poetry Pantry ,WithRealToads - Tuesday Platform and dVersePoets - Fancy.

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