waiting

the girls are getting their first wrinkles now

they paint themselves in expensive denim

let shiny things dangle and detract

they order too much wine 

too much fish

too many chickens cooked under so many bricks

they no longer talk but squawk like seagulls 

fighting for old baloney and wonder bread left in the sand

i remember being 20

being a waitress 

waiting on women like us

not too concerned and not too impressed

i still am

waiting