Life of A Waitress

The cool night tastes like lemon-flavoured beer in a cold bottle. A citrus sensation bursting on my palate. The night is cool and the atmosphere is filtered by the sounds of drunk patrons in between conversations. Love fills the air behind me as soft talk permeates and kisses perpetuate. Right in the middle sits me, as I drink my beer in 5-minute intervals, absorbing the blues of the night. My feet pain, but the beer distracts me. The sounds soften and blend into the atmosphere as my mind quietens. The colour returns to the picture, and I remember I have work in the morning. I better go to bed.

~Shantey Moabelo