That pretty blonde waitress
Who filled my cup her way
In that unbuttoned blouse
They say she's gone today
She had me looking down
With warm admiring eyes
As she poured out her best
I saw the great divide
It seems she took great care
To keep my interest new
For columbia's mountain grown
And for the canyon view
I thought we had a bond
Yet now she's running loose
But lo!! Another brings a cup
And, yee-ouch, check that caboose
Copyright Louis Brown- From OLD MACON ROAD and Other Poems