Waitress With the Truckdriver's Tan.

Joey, who has a wincing pain in his right Testicle, is having problems concentrating On his corned tongue when he knows well He should be staring at the waitress. He notwithstanding, Ogles dutifully, but she Slices through his sham, and it is Only then a wry bridge arcs eyes to eyes: (Two squinted, two bright). Their millet-colored heads nod down, The only meaty fulcrum balancing their Scarlet arms with the endless half-peer At the double yellow dashes Through smirched and tattooed glass.