Recipe For Disaster

After everyone’s left
For the evening
A fed-up busboy
At a less-than-fine
Drinks a bottle of wine
And sleeping pills
From a gravy boat
And falls to his knees
Because he can’t stand
Among other things
Another shitty night
Washing paper plates
On an empty stomach
Counting parsley flakes
Measuring thyme
And sweeping the floor
Under the rug
But the kitchen’s closed now
He couldn’t stand the heat
He doesn’t care
He made a mess
And left behind
Among other things
His resignation letter
And a recipe for disaster