Struggling to the way

Not exactly magic this service of mine,

They got me throwing, flipping pancakes

At the Café Dime.

I wait around most of the time

I could wait on you with pleasantries

And a cool calm smile.

And wean you on my charm,

Every Time.

It’s not that I hate this,

But you can tell I take my time.

I must do things right,

Because the boss says, but

That’s fine.

I’ve got a baby and a husband,

And a family, too.

We’re all in this together,

I try to play the thing cool.

Mortgage piling up, heavy going some of the time

Many other things I want,

I am terminally out of dime

It is my life,

I know it is,

I cannot feel it so well now.

In the middle of the day,

A line sinks me down in

The here and now.

I think about tomorrow as I come and go,

Then you’re the customer who comes through the door,

I pretend I am blind.

But I see you all the time.

I know you see me: Am I just an object to you?

To do this and that

Without a care. Do I even care about you?

I turn over another day at the office,

The Café Dime pays the bills. But I pray for solace,

I want to find the way through.

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