Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Friday, July 4, 2014

The Waitress - a poem by Audrey Austin


Wet rag wipes the table
Serviettes  wrap the stainless
Smile glued at the corners
She pretends it is painless. 

It’s too hot; it’s too cold
It’s still raw; it is burned
The cook pays no mind
While the server is spurned. 

Shifts short; she is part-time
Reliant on tips
She swallows her tears
With a smile on the lips.
(This poem has been selected for publication as a runner-up in the Ontario Poetry Society's  Arborealis Competition).


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