Waitress Poem #6

A sheet of clear glass: silence,
Unable to break into - or out of,
So I've scratched another emotion
And I am saying hello (again)
...hey...here I am...

...yeah, over here.

Or maybe I'm saying something
a little more clever
so you just might be
a little more intrigued or
a little more inclined
to remember my name.
(...)