Poem: Hospitality

A poem about a hospo worker. And his day off!

Images arrive now. Him standing
on the front lawn in Y-front undies,
Hawaiian shirt undone, a cowboy
hat, some $2 Shop sunnies…and
an electric frying pan on a lon
lead — “the BBQ” — a Pak’nSave
chop nearly sizzling…and a slurred
rendition of Whitney Houston’s
‘I Wanna Dance With Somebody’
on the opshop tape deck.
This was him thinking he was
Tony Montana…or Tony Soprano…
Drinking vodka and orange from
a plastic cup at 10.30 in the morning;
saying, “It’s my day off!” very loudly
to dog walkers, the Postie, and
anyone else that happened by.