Cashier Poems - Poems about Cashier

The bridge above her nose was pierced, Her nostrils were, as well, With several silver bars laced through, As far as I could tell. Her upper ears both sported studs And wrapped around her neck A studded leather choker served, With others, to bedeck. I couldn’t count how many more (I didn’t want to stare) And on her wrists, assorted bracelets Brightly dangled there. She was...

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Cashier Change will make me hesitate Cause me to equivocate Clearly I can’t handle change Customers will find this strange ...

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The Sheep line up to be Walmart counted Empty thoughts sleep walking in pyjamas Without smiles Without voices Without community There to stare at how to work another register The One that doesn't care about your day The One the Waltons ousted John Boy to replace His minimum wage and demeanour an outrage Musk and Bezos need more Smarties just like YOU, to feed empty space So, You,...

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Cashier's coffee cost to more Cashier's coffee hope to score Cashing coffee coast to shore Casting coffee breaking moare...

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Quiet, dawn, Covid. Biggest accomplishment yesterday: buying toilet paper. Thanking the young cashier for doing her job. Feeling a little sick, wearing my mask and gloves, Spring oblivious to the virus, an idiot like Millay said. At least we’re not beheading each other--yet. Symptoms mild so far. Today rest, no long walk, no knee bends. I think I’ve watched every possible movie and...

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Eating my Lean Cuisine spaghetti fourth day in a row Others may be wondering if it is all I have; I have other foods Vegetables and fruits that are rotting; I only buy them to impress the cashier I am pretty sure she is wondering how I gained forty pounds in a year Because my grocery cart is chalk full...

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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 corners of her mouth... only a soft crease, where a smile has worn a path, worth retracing... again and again... with my lips. There is no spray in her hair, she does...

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Just met a friendly supermarket cashier Thanked him for the joyful presence he volunteered A mundane occupation Doesn't stimulate the imagination Guess it's way better than a street bum career...

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Even when they smiled or they talked to me, What I purchased was what mattered to me... To now be the cashier is comedy; I'm forced to "ask" about your wellbeing... None have ever asked of my wellbeing, Though I slave for you while baring my teeth And prompting debit, or coupons or credit, And making sure...

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A cashier told me she was going to Disney World Asked me to join her, she was cute with blonde curls Became quite unnerved And what was much worse Inserted my debit card tween her abundant curves...

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He’s out of my reach, he’s out of my League But he’s the reason why I Head to Publix every Week I’ve barely said a word to him, and yet I make my way through every Aisle Just to catch a glimpse of him Then maybe catch his eye And smile He rarely ever sees me as he puts some Groceries Into bags, but some days I...

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Tensions Flare The Air...

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