That's a fantastic poem, Steve: attentive, generous, kind. But just how old is that waitress, or this poem? Running boards and Ziegfeld follies would date her to the 40s...and she'd be nearly 100! I hope you wrote this in the 80s and published it just now, or this is pure imagination and not based on anyone currently slinging bacon and eggs. Give that woman a retirement!

Great piece, truly.