Wait-ress

I stare out the window waiting for more.

More customers, more money, more life.

I leave with just enough to get by, but won't leave for good.

I care for patrons more than they care for me.

My tiredness can be recognized but often is not,

for the ones I serve don't look up long enough to see me.

I have coffee stains on clothes that don't matter,

and the fire within me has long been extinguished.

I clear tables,

wishing I could clear my path,

and reset it so easily.

I am waiting for something bigger and better,

but until then,

I will go through the motions,

I will give my all to those who give nothing,

I will continue to wait-ress.