Gourmet

Im waiting for a service, waiting in vain.
Shes waiting on another man, no one drank again.
She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips.
Led me just enough. I shouldnt have tipped.
I say well, the food there was crap.
The other one there, I didnt give two glances.
Shes in love with my soul — she thinks Im attractive.
She forraged a smile, I saw the floor.
She tried again, I examined the ashtray.
I say well.
But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap.