1984 Re-interpreted

[cfgorman]

1984 Re-interpreted

The soft looking waitress slid Yeah! I wanna piece of that pie
the piece of French silk pie
across the table, filled
your coffee mug like you
were a recovering alcoholic and a cup of coffee for that matter

It was 3:30 am, it was 1984,
and she wore that erotic orange
serving outfit when she asked you
to hold your cup still up over
the pie; hell, holding your breath
wasn’t nothing like holding
a real woman Loved it. I like the repeating of "It was " in the first line.

but when you came back
the next evening after Lit. finals
only to be told Julia had quit,
you wished there had been ways
to watch which way she had left
your life for good so you could follow
her into oblivion rather than return
to a real life I may be dense, but I didn't get the connection to Orwel's book. I get the name of the poem and Julia references, but I needed more to make the connection if this is what youj intended.

Good work, I enjoyed it.

Chris