How a Poet Tips His Waitress

By lupus tenebrae

I gaze into a plaid portrait
of home, right as my soul

settles like warm butter
from a humble place

and the froth from my
chai tea grazes my tongue

in a coy fashion: stealing
an errant verse from my lips

then leaving an epic
in its place.

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Published on Monday, July 28, 2014. Filed under: "Non-Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I enjoyed myself so much, that I couldn't simply leave the usual tip, so...I left a little something extra: penned right as I was leaving the booth, with a few alterations.

Comments on "How a Poet Tips His Waitress"

On Saturday, October 16, 2021, carlosjackal (3016) wrote:

Pure genius and magic. A fleeting but powerful feeling captured forever.
On Sunday, March 6, 2016, Broken doll (15) wrote:

Familiarity with the feeling, caused the heart strings to be pulled. Well written.
A former member wrote: I would have just gave her $2 but okay.
On Wednesday, July 30, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1703) wrote:

" stealing an errant verse from my lips then leaving an epic in its place." - fantastic! Ciao, T/S
On Monday, July 28, 2014, Phalanx (679) wrote:

I must say, very nice. I hope you got her number.
On Monday, July 28, 2014, whisperingwalls (219) wrote:

enjoyed the casual comfort of the setting, and how the calm drew such a lucid work.
On Monday, July 28, 2014, haunted (849) wrote:

I loved, "stealing an errant verse from my lips, then leaving an epic in its place" that is so true and I think that's pretty common for a poet but nobodys ever put it like that. haha awesome!
On Monday, July 28, 2014, Lux (299) wrote:

I agree with Todd. That was the best part of the piece. Excellently wrought, as always.