Little sister with the cast and purple pendant, still 
insisting that she could bus these tables alright. She's 
operating the fountain. Little sister, oh my gosh, won't 
you be my defendant when I go to trial for all these 
thoughts that I'm a-thinkin' tonight, these thoughts of 
climing the mountain? Maybe I'm out of my mind, but I'm 
adjusting the tension. Her green shirt with the tiny 
alligator on it  look me in the eye! Oh, look me in the 
eye when you are passing by with the water. At my table 
on a napkin I'd compose a sonnet, but it would turn out 
too lewd so I won't go that far. I know she's somebody's 
daughter. I think she's out of my league, but I'll still 
bother to mention, 'I've seen you in here on a number of 
Friday nights. I wonder what you're doing when the 
customers have all gone home. I wish I could go with you 
after you've turned off all the lights...' But Nathan 
told me yesterday he saw you down on SE Harrison with 
some guy. I know I'll miss her little cast and her purple 
pendant. She's sharper than any blades the dishwasher 
handles in the back over the steam that keeps rising. 
Someone cued the jukebox to play the Descendents. I can 
tell she hears it as she's sweeping out a salt & pepper 
rack, and I'm just now realizing: I spent $6 on dinner 
but I'll still go home hungry.