Poetry of Issue #7        Page 21

BEATNIK

I wore a pleated skirt
From the kitchen you were attracted to me
from the table you were attracted to me
you ordered ice cream and hamburgers
and ice cream and french fries
and then ice cream again
Finally all the customers left
and I sat down at the table with you to count my tips
When you hired me, I'd sat down on your bed
Later you said – I thought you were a beatnik
that you wouldn't last 2 days.

  ©Lois Michal Unger 1999