A Girl Walked into a Restaurant

I saw her one uneventful night,
A normal shift and nothing more.
I was cleaning in the dining room
When she walked in the door.

She was beautiful. I do believe
A blind man would have turned his head,
And when she looked and smiled at me
There was something there, though nothing said.

She sat to eat all by herself,
And though this was a shame,
I must admit that I was glad
She seemed, as yet, unclaimed.

I wondered if a girl like her
Was into desperate single men,
But true to form I chickened out
And went to hide in the kitchen.

I asked a friend what I should say,
And she gave sound advice.
And with her help and full support,
I thought of something nice.

I walked up front, my heart beat fast,
Though I was ready now.
But she was getting up to leave.
I had to stop her—but how?

Though probably I'd missed my chance,
There was no time to think,
So in one final desperate move,
I offered to refill her drink.

She did not turn around at first—

I'm not sure that she heard.
Again I asked and she said "no."
She left me, hopes crushed, feeling a bit absurd.

I do not know what drink she had—

The one I never brought her.
But this I say with confidence:
She turned down a tall drink of water.