Another day, another dollar.
Spent in this space filled with mall holler.
Eight hours pulled back into a ponytail.
Everything clean down to the littlest detail.
Perfectionism at its best.
Even to my green vest.
Forced smiles and chants.
Luring in people like a trance.
Two for Five, salty and sweet.
Up to you to pick the treat.
Dealing with customers isn't always fun.
You never know, they might have a gun.
While your pretzel is prepared, I'll make small talk with you.
About your hair, earrings and even your shoes.
Now and again or any given day.
You'll have a nice customer pass along the way.
Very calm, not in a rush.
Whose voice is like a soft hush.
Making your day better.
In their pink cardigan sweater.
Hoping to be like her one day.
But for now I'm getting my pay.
To see my way on through college.
So I can learn the power from knowledge.