“Could I pour you some coffee And a couple of eggs; Some sausage or bacon While you stare at my legs?” That was the patter, That was her line, She used at the diner On those who would dine. They ordered their food To carry away, But it all didn’t come The same time or same way. So they started to eat From a Styrofoam tray, While awaiting the balance ‘Fore they’d go away. But the waitress informed them That they couldn’t eat From a take-away order ‘Til they’d left on their feet. Well the Waffle House peace Was shattered by shouts ‘Tween the waitress and patrons ‘Til a gun she pulls out. A deafening sound As the bullet explodes, And the patron is dead A single shot load. The waitress hauled off To a jail cell to sit, And I’m guessin’ the tip Was diminished a bit.