16^th April 1996

Mexican Memories (waitressing in a Rosebank Restaurant)

A quiet echo

Working  ..... a gecko.

changing faces

whilst touching mixed races.

Tonight alone

B on the phone.

Haunting memories disguised as a ghost

As I sit at the door ~~ a waiter's post.

Gypsy Kings ~~ a lonesome tune,

To well played ears ~~ now immune.

The ashtray smokes;

The newspaper jokes;

Balloons on show;

Candles burn low;

Tequila sells

The story tells ....

of

my nights

under mexican lights.