The Waitress From Yorkville, Toronto

She made a smiley face in the chocolate on my cappuccino,
Said she hated this place big time, was chasing a job at the new casino.
This paunchy guy, like a walrus in a body-warmer
Said ‘Get your sweet arse over here, girl, there’s a hungry man is ready to order’.
She pops the bubble of gum she blew,
I really want her and she knows it too,
As she’s counting change from a ten-dollar note
I’m watching the love-bites on her throat.
I invite her back to my place,
I’ve got some cocaine wraps in my guitar-case,
And she crossed herself like her soul was at stake,
She said Why don’t I meet you out front? We close round eight….. She said she wanted to skate, I watched her zigzag across the ice-rink,
She did a figure-of-eight, I stood up to applaud and I knocked over my drink. 
She said See Orion up there? Well, that’s where I’m headed someday.
As the spacemen kick off their shoes ‘cross the cosmos
They’re gonna need a waitress, won’t they?
And in the shadows of a breaker’s yard
Against a totem-pole of burned-out cars,
We stopped to shelter from the rain,
She flipped her lighter open, it played Virginia Plain.
Back in my room she makes us Singapore slings,
Naked but for her double-headed eagle ring,
And there’s cops sticking up yellow crime-scene tape down the hall
As we slow-danced under the Nosferatu poster on my wall……