Sunday evening shift

Constance 

Throwin money down the drain
Growin more broke then a businessman's smile
been advised to take the midnight train
everyone knows it goes nowhere
and the only ticket I got
is for the time clock on Tuesday's shift
workin for the green of greed's god
shovelin out greasy chicken legs
onto pop-out paper plates
quicker then a coal digger
dinner number four, sellin like hot-cakes
mashed potatoes with a baked chicken's leg
I'm listenin to Louis Armstrong
he's singin of Blueberry hills 
while I fill out orders
applications, dreamin of paid vacations
road trips to New Orleans
A cabaret everyday
sippin on homemade tea with the master
of blues my o' my
they're screamin
and lordy be lordy be careful
cause the black beans and rice
is steamin

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