Photo provided by Tess Kincaid
waitress
she stood at your
table for one,
waiting for the music
to begin, waiting
for you to take
her hand, waiting
'til the guests had gone
and orchestra
silent:
it was closing time
and there were
no tables left
upon which to
stack the
chairs.
Poem ©2011 R. Burnett Baker
Note: This painting that Tess provided this week also reminded me of a song titled "Closing Time." Now this title has been used for songs by Semisonic, Matchbox20, Tom Waits, and as a song performed by Leonard Cohen. But my favorite is by Lyle Lovett, featured as the last song on his "Live In Texas" album. I'm not posting the video here, but just the YouTube link if anyone cares to venture a listen...
http://youtu.be/o80pVLDDJh4
Note: This painting that Tess provided this week also reminded me of a song titled "Closing Time." Now this title has been used for songs by Semisonic, Matchbox20, Tom Waits, and as a song performed by Leonard Cohen. But my favorite is by Lyle Lovett, featured as the last song on his "Live In Texas" album. I'm not posting the video here, but just the YouTube link if anyone cares to venture a listen...
http://youtu.be/o80pVLDDJh4
closing time, no tables for those chairs.
ReplyDeleteThese two lines are very charming.
love your magpie.
Ah...very romantic!
ReplyDeleteOh, nice thought to pair it with that song. Love your closing lines.
ReplyDeleteI wonder why he lingered with neither company nor entertainment. Must have been a great cocktail.
ReplyDeleteHaunting!
ReplyDeleteThis picture lets the poems go all over. I like where you landed.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of a different song by Liz Phair. That and this post share the same title. I'd love to know why they're both alone. What do you think?
ReplyDeleteHaunting and romantic...love the song, too, by the way...
ReplyDeleteYou swept me away a little bit here...
ReplyDeleteIt was a lovely trip, too.
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when time closes . . . there are no tables, no chairs, just the essence of a moment hovering full as all sum of all the moments that have led up to it. steven
ReplyDeleteExcellent write!
ReplyDeleteit has an almost spectral feel to it - wow
ReplyDeletesweet, sweet melancholy. love it, and yes, the mood of that song is captured here. Thank-you for visiting my blog and for your kind thoughts.
ReplyDeleteLoneliness, abandonment....so beautifully expressed...
ReplyDeleteVery nice ! well done thanks for visiting too!
ReplyDeleteand I was waiting for them to dance....poignant piece
ReplyDeleteyou captured the waiting with such tenderness rick..i like..
ReplyDeleteMoody and strangely sensual for so few descriptive words..the scene is painted flawlessly, like a cinematic still. Thanks also for the Lyle Lovett, he's an old favorite of mine.
ReplyDeleteYou took the photo and wrote a most unique Magpie ... loved it!!!
ReplyDeleteThis is really haunting, as my friend Vicki has described it. I've always felt a kinship with waitresses and remember times when other women in my life did not recognize that and treated them like....well, servants instead of sisters. My favorite waitress works at Lori's Diner in San Francisco.
ReplyDeleteThanks to you , maybe I'll try writing some waitress poems!
A lovely poem...I feel the sadness...the loneliness at Closing Time..nice how you added the reference to the songs
ReplyDeleteSuch a lonely and romantic poem Rick....a wonderful take on the prompt!!!
ReplyDeleteHa ha ha! Nice unexpected ending. :)
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The mood of the verse is a perfect fit for that of the prompt. Excellent.
ReplyDeleteLoves musical magpies! Very "Efficient Agony" relieved with poetry in motion! chiccoreal
ReplyDeleteNicely done. I love seeing all the different takes on a prompt, and I particularly liked this one.
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