Breakfast

I am in a neighborhood
Breakfast place with lots
Of wooden booths and comfy
Seats as my waitress walks up
For my order, I ask for one biscuit
With a half order of stand up bacon.
She shifts her weight to her other
Hip and stares at me asking in a
Deadpan voice what is stand up
Bacon to which I reply it is chewy &
You can lift it off the plate and it is
Not limp or so microwaved it is rock
Hard and inedible to which she
Tilts her head stares a bit and
Asks if I am going to be trouble.
I smile at her and she says I am
Going to be bad company to which
I reply I cannot deny it as she
Smiles and turns her shoulders
Slowly from side to side laughing.
Now we are friends and my
Breakfast comes to me perfect
Stand up bacon and the
Biscuit fresh with a cup
Of hot English breakfast
Tea with a small pitcher
Of milk on the side.
We are now good
Breakfast friends,
She saves a
Newspaper
For me
And
I
Make
Sure the
Tip is big.
Sometimes
When things
Are slow she sits
Across from me
And we trade
Our woes in
Life and
Secret
Dreams,
And how
She gives
Free refills
Of hot water
And teabags
Only to me
And how I
Only give
Big tips
To her.