“my favorite restaurant”

at the four top in the corner
they’re all lookin’ kinda blue
three guys and a well dressed girl
i wonder who’s screwin’ who

the waitress, she’s on crack, smell the monkey on her back
her patrons can’t quite tell for sure
they know something’s just not right
how will they calculate the tip for her

busboys don’t have to live up
to the hype of the slick bartender
they only have to slide some of his tips
beneath their shirt and fake suspenders

the food is pretty good
though often times too spicy
don’t argue about it with the chef though
he always wields a fillet knife and his attitude is dicey

horse carriages, segways and a bridge with lions at the end
just another day in a paradise of sun, sand and questions
pity the glazey eyed tourists, not knowing where to go
the homeless won’t eat their leftover pizza, but don’t mind giving directions