The Night Shift

Taking a load off tired feet,
waitresses count tips.
Slipping into the comfortable
fit of being dowdy,
exotic dancers revert back to
the girl next door.
Truckers on all-night hauls
grab forty winks in
a greasy spoon’s parking lot.
With makeup removed,
breath smelling of onions,
a blonde bombshell
falls asleep in her bed alone.
Checking the clock
like a pulse, hospital nurses
are surprised the dark
has survived until morning.
At the crack of dawn,
dead-eyed without starlight,
the night shift calls
it a day beneath the covers.

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