The Cocktail Waitress

They dress to make me fall in love
with their short skirts and long legs.
A walk of elegance
drawing my eyes all over
their svelte bodies.
There is hope
that maybe I am lonely enough
to give a higher tip
thinking that I may earn her approval;
that an extra dollar
might win her heart.
There could be hope
that it is not fake.
Her smile is genuine
and that the correlating thoughts
are shared between us.
But I know
the truth.
I am not special to her,
and the feelings she has for me
go out to every other patron as well.