Graveyard Shift Lament
An angel an evening.
To my counter they come.
I take their money.
They take my time.
The genuine cost lying somewhere between.
An angel an evening.
An art museum.
A zoo.
To look but not touch .
To touch but lack feeling.
An angel an evening.
The rat race slowed for sodas and smokes.
A corner of the world a new nightly.
An angel an evening.
Ever changing drama.
Ever changing insight.
All in the guise of minimum wage.
Copyright © Michael Moody | Year Posted 2006
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