Writers + Waiter

Four writers at a table.
“What do y’all do?”

“Really? I really like to write.”

Friendly smiles. Telepathy.

“More beers for you guys?”
“Anyone want to see a dessert menu?”
“Let me know if there’s anything I can get you.”

He’s nice, and he’s fast, and he’s cute,
so we tip well.

“No real writer,”
we sigh outside, cigarette smoke, world-weary,
“likes to write.”