Saturday, July 14, 2007

"Most nights were crystal clear but tonight it's like it's stuck between stations."

She takes my order. "Scattered, covered, chunked and topped." I've heard from her that she's been bruised by her man at home. She called the cops and threw him out at that. But times are tough, two paychecks go farther than one, and her man is her man, and so, he's back in.

It's four kids they're raising and they're living in that stereotypical trailer park and the bills are always coming in.

I study people and she intrigues me. And I get her wrong.

I figure her for a country music fan as I admire her long red hair pulled back in that cute ponytail. Wrong. It's metal she likes. I once asked her if she was going to an upcoming Metallica concert. "Naah," she shrugged. "They ain't hard enough for me." She later revealed to me a few of her tattoos. No cute butterfly on the ankle for her. That dragon just about covered her entire lower back.

I'm a regular. I'm polite and I tip well. I add some Tabasco sauce to my order and read a few pages from my book. I then head home, silently and peacefully. There's drudgery to my days, but thanks to that midnight serving, I'll get a bit of color in my dreams.

I cross the dam and the moon is high. I know how good I've got it.

Title Quote: "Stuck Between Stations" by The Hold Steady

10 comments:

Grace said...

wow. This was beautiful.

Melissa said...

Good ole Awful Waffle. That place is beautifully sad.

Malia said...

Good. Very good. When's that book deal coming through?? ;)

Rachel said...

Lovely, nice job capturing the mood of the WaHo. I do enjoy a Waffle House story, as I met my husband at one. :)

jag said...

Waffle House is the stuff dreams are made of.

'Coma said...

I bow to the power of your words here, sir.

chez béz said...

Thanks all for the kind words. You make me smile.

GingerSnaps said...

...and once again, you slay me.

john h said...

part IV on why God invented blogs. Masterful.

Leesa said...

Love these words :)