Barb’s all frizzle-frazzled again; they’ve been
hoppin’ since the show
(Girls! Girls! Girls!)
let out, a bunch of loudmouthed louts
shouting against the sizzle of the grill.
But the tips are good and her kid needs
shoes and Phil’s crinkle-winking at her
between corned beef hash flips. He’s too
old for her and too funny for his own
good but he’s a good
Just about an hour to go, and though
the clock clicks slow, her legs know how
to speed these aisles and please these
overgrown boys with both
Miz Quickly, day 11.