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,
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
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.