A splendid second

A poem

The busboy
Sprayed cleaner
Atop the table
Behind her
And even that
Seemed splendid
As the foamy
Liquid landed
On the wooden
Tabletop
And sat there
For a second
Sudsing
As the six o'clock
Sun shone
Through the window
And the gold necklace
On her bare chest
Shimmered
Before the rag
Wiped it away