I was underage
to be sure
the 80’s was a wild time
I.D.
We don’t need no stinking I.D.
so I procured
a weekend gig
bussing tables at a diner
working midnight shift
A lot of strange folk
happen by
after that midnight clock
I learned more than I should
from those overnight jaunts
Drunks at 2 AM
have peculiar tastes
didn’t last long
though the authorities
never knew
I made a few (very few) bucks
and moved on
to better things
at a later date
Work Later
As late as possible. Don't listen to me. My first gig was at 17. Ha!
bussing tables, washing
bussing tables, washing dishes: the ignomonious origin story for a wannabe poet