Red wine smeared across my hand,
Polite beckoning as I stand.
Gentle murmur of diners
And shouts of cheerful minors.
Cutlery and clink
A smile and a wink
A pad scrawled with pen
Inked with orders
From who knows when.
Coffee grinds
A meeting of minds
Running the pass
Wine poured into a glass
Crema and froth
Table wiping cloth
Scent of napoli
Smiling happily
Extra socks
Pizza box
Latte glass
Serving class
Menus and trays
With chips made of maize
...and potato as well.
Dessert menu
For the ideal venue
Up and sell
If my name isn't...
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