Best Cashier Poems

The Cashier at the 5 and Dime

She does not wear paint on her face. 
I noticed, there is no war to be found, 
around the...

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It's always Aldi on a Sunday afternoon.  You're always waiting with your shopping bags in hand, slowly trudging along with your walking stick. ...

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I'd almost forgotten, how fondly this little hamlet
snuggles tight against the purple hills, and how State street
divides the town into two parts, like a pizza,...

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I was reminiscin' the other day about times that were more sublime,
And got to thinkin' about those old stores called Kresge's Five and Dime.
I recall...

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Lollipop, Lollipop, Lollipop
Remember way back when?
Gummy bears and peppermint sticks
Such treats when we were ten

Teenage years weren't far behind
Raging hormones and pimply skin
And puppy love...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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Muffins, Doritos and Cheetos, Oh My! (A Bulimic’s Tale)

There is a hole in her core she must sate.
So, she drives to the grocery store before...

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Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze...

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About thanksgiving a bunch of turkeys get together,
Have a meeting about sales for the holidays.
About fall they send out that letter.

Well those business folks got...

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A Little Kindness Never Hurts

A little kindness never hurts,
yet today, find extremely rare.
Indifference foretold for last days,
cause fewer people  … care.

I posses God’s gift...

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(I can't get a question mark to stay on title line, but the actual title I would prefer for this story is probably this: No...

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Fingers toy with my nearly worn out bank card.
Not too confident, I hold onto my nerves, hard.
Ahead, petty items in her trolley hold me slowed.
The...

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A Victorian house kept in perfect shape,
A garden that made a beautiful landscape.
A notice stated it was for a quick sale,
But do beware of the...

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I went up, to the cashier
With my bank card in my hand
She said, "Strip down facing me"
Something I'd misunderstand

"Right now and here?", I asked her
Modesty...

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WHATEVER, WHEREVER, WHENEVER!   

Imagine what goes through
Our minds in one day,
Perhaps millions of thoughts 
I would dare to say!
A complex computer of 
Crisscross...

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