Dinner Dance
Melinda Adams

Elbows on the Formica counter, smelling coffee, hearing old man cough, swinging slightly on old stool with torn plastic beneath my ass; not a box seat at the ballet. But the show is still impressive.

They move quickly behind and around each other, while they carry plates and food.

He breaks the egg, it sizzles on the grill. He pushes the iron on bacon, it sizzles on the grill. He pour the pancake, it sizzles on the grill. A five minute waltz in 450 calories.

She carries a pot of coffee and pad as she glides to each table. A quick turn with each customer, “Is everything okay?” She fills coffee cups with a Pas Soutenu motion. She enters into a Pas de Bourrée as she hands out the bill.

She lifts the tray of plates above her head with such balance and grace. Every step part of the routine, every move seems to have it’s place. The breakfast rush enters and leaves the stage.

Elbows on the Formica counter, smelling bacon, hearing old man cough, swinging slightly on old stool with torn plastic beneath my ass; not a box seat at the ballet. But the show is still impressive.



First published: May, 2004
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