Saturday, December 15, 2012

Swing Shift


This one's for Austyn
Swing Shift
Screaming babies bother
retirees looking for a quiet lunch
I am the monkey at the register
slapping at the flashing screen
Hours are slow on the clock
And pay is barely compensation
But there's gold afoot tonight
Our shifts that scarcely overlap
Have thrown me a cosmic bone
Vigilant at the hosting station
She waits for guests to arrive
My eyes are quick to find hers
And at once we share a thought
With her thumb and index finger
She puts a gun against her head
I reply with an emphatic nod
As we share this brief moment

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