Ottava Rima for IHOP Waitresses

Ottava Rima for IHOP Waitresses
The first was closely trimmed, aloof, and meek.
A second smoked, on break, outside the door.
The third had only worked there yet a week,
and swept the scrambled eggs up from the floor.
The fourth: an actress waning from her peak,
whose lost successes made her seem unsure.
And from the kitchen he would shout their names,
their lives the only power he retained.