For the first time I got drunk off
of one glass of screw driver at Crystal Café.
It was served to me by Dezi, the buxom waitress
who was talking and hinting jokes with dirty words.
She was marvelous.
You're not from here, she told me that night,
so I treat you girl with another glass.
I drank the first glass to the health of my boyfriend,
the second to the health of Dezi,
the third ... I got lost.
And ward boys stood on the steps of Crystal Café.
They were, with freak nicknames,
who lured high school girls
and marvelous Dezi,
who was shaking her hips when walking in and out
that the boys will enter in to drink some screw driver.
Dezi doesn’t serve over there anymore,
And neither the Crystal Café nor nicknamed boys
who longed for Dezi still exist
(I longed for her too)
But they left some laughs to the stairs
and some inebriation by screw driver.
If you see the buxom waitress in the town
send to her the greetings from the girl
who wasn’t from that county
(of course she would not remember me)
and say to her,
I intend to make an application to the mayor
to put up a statue
dedicated to marvelous Dezi
who served love drinks
talking and hinting jokes with dirty words,
there, on the groundsill
of the former Crystal Café,
with tray in hand,
as my first insobriety.
--tr. Laureta Petoshati
Earth Mother -- Richard Lindner