my big tip

here are
some tired cliches:

'empty bucket'
'dry well'
'abandoned car'

they're all i've got
for the karaoke tip jar
(next to buffalo wings
and ranch
and
some fifty year old salesmen's
cold fries)


the suit exclaimed:
'damn girl...you can sing!'
he was exuberant
like
he found a twenty
(i gave him a number
- my shrink's)


if you would -
when you empty your pockets
at night
(put your nickels
and pennies
and dimes on the dresser)
think of me

when i sing
i think of you.