it's a different ballgame working with the night crew, they break
out the tostitos and salsa, marshmallows, and 2 hour dinner breaks
at the gym...
i lower my head to take a power dinner break nap, only to be
interrupted.. someone needs help and i'm the only one awake...
i'm on my third cup of tea. i'm dog tired. inside and out. and
what a waste of energy it's been worrying about my hours, my job,
going by the book...when i could have broken out the bag of tostitos
like everyone else...
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i love the blue against the black, how it reminds me of an all night
neon sign to the bar down the street... how it's always open no matter
how crazy life gets, that metallic smile never changes, never turns off...
here is my all night bar. restaurant by day...dishes click clacking,
utensils abandoning ship, annie slinging coffee, she's 6 feet of spitfire,
seen it all...
lunch crowd, stuffed shirts, paper pushers with urgent smiles, filing
through the perpetual to-do list. keep one eye peeled on the time clock,
the bosses shoes nearby...
latenight freaks, and petite young strippers, sipping orange juice
with ice, wearing flimsy halter tops, off stage she'll wear earthshoes
and break out her copy of catcher in the rye...
i'm an ordinary girl really. nothing spectacular here. sometimes i
run through the supermarket aisle, sometimes i drag my feet...most
times i walk like i'm going somewhere, hoping it'll make it so...