April 27, 2016 by Caroline Leland
On a recent slow day at the restaurant where I work, I passed the time by writing haikus, which are self-published below.
An array of cuisine fin
But I don’t speak French.
general musings on working at a French restaurant
Two top, four top, six top, eight
This top keeps spinning
As I delegate
a poetic expression of my hosting duties
A fresh facéd boy
Gone abruptly as he came
Now a ghost of lore
A note and apron
His legacy will live on
Bayden’s bold adieu
the true story of a new hire who disappeared after leaving his apron with a resignation note on the host stand