After Lunch Poem by Matt Gotlieb

The meal it was good
As well it should
The waitress is looking fine
But she will not be mine

Outside the red hot sunshine
Beats down upon the sweaty brine
But in the unforgiving light
One learning to overcome and fight

And she's locked within my sight
Her eyes and mine are burning bright
But this moment is always fleeting
But on her eyes I am meditating

And a song to her I am dedicating
And with baited breath I sit waiting
But an answer from her does not come
And my heart once again feels numb

And beaten out upon my heartstring drum
And this my whole life up does sum
The meal was good
As bloody well it should