During the day she looked fresh and smiled as she served the bacon.
Her tiny palms took ages to wash the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
And yet, the water that flowed from between her fingers made her stay for longer.
Every two hours she would throw open her apron and fall flat on the bar. She would look into her glass of tonic and fix her hair into a neater ponytail.
No one told her then, her hair was perfect with not a strand out of place.
As the visitors of the evening started to come by, she would regain herself again.
She cleaned the tables with two large swipes.
She washed the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
Sometimes the men, especially the foreign, would ask her to join them in the dance.
She would throw open her apron and kick out her heels.
She danced barefeet; with her eyes closed.
No one had ever seen a woman so fine, dance so terribly out of rhythm. Yet they stood to watch a waitress dance.
As the night poured in, all the local drunkards would be carried out across the street and left there, to find their way home.
She would sweep the gin off the wooden floor and wash the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
As the lights dimmed out, she would sit with the last glass of tonic, sipping lightly.
She would watch the drunkards singing loudly across the street, through the glass door.
She would sway to their deep voices and the world would blur as she danced.
She used to work in a diner.
Never seen a woman finer.
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor.
She grew up in a small town;
Never put her roots down.
Daddy always kept movin' so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway,
She rides a Harley-Davidson.
Her long blonde hair flying in the wind.
She's been running half her life;
The chrome and steel she rides.
Colliding with the very air she breathes,
The air she breathes.
You know it ain't easy.
You got to hold on.
She was an unknown legend in her time.
Fiction after a long time. Lyrics by Neil Young from his song 'Unknown Legend' from the album 'Harvest Moon.'
Her tiny palms took ages to wash the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
And yet, the water that flowed from between her fingers made her stay for longer.
Every two hours she would throw open her apron and fall flat on the bar. She would look into her glass of tonic and fix her hair into a neater ponytail.
No one told her then, her hair was perfect with not a strand out of place.
As the visitors of the evening started to come by, she would regain herself again.
She cleaned the tables with two large swipes.
She washed the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
Sometimes the men, especially the foreign, would ask her to join them in the dance.
She would throw open her apron and kick out her heels.
She danced barefeet; with her eyes closed.
No one had ever seen a woman so fine, dance so terribly out of rhythm. Yet they stood to watch a waitress dance.
As the night poured in, all the local drunkards would be carried out across the street and left there, to find their way home.
She would sweep the gin off the wooden floor and wash the dishes and the spoons and the glasses.
As the lights dimmed out, she would sit with the last glass of tonic, sipping lightly.
She would watch the drunkards singing loudly across the street, through the glass door.
She would sway to their deep voices and the world would blur as she danced.
She used to work in a diner.
Never seen a woman finer.
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor.
She grew up in a small town;
Never put her roots down.
Daddy always kept movin' so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway,
She rides a Harley-Davidson.
Her long blonde hair flying in the wind.
She's been running half her life;
The chrome and steel she rides.
Colliding with the very air she breathes,
The air she breathes.
You know it ain't easy.
You got to hold on.
She was an unknown legend in her time.
Fiction after a long time. Lyrics by Neil Young from his song 'Unknown Legend' from the album 'Harvest Moon.'
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