A poem for you

That’s corny, but true


I come into your store

Although it’s not really next door


To catch sight of those pearly whites

That sure do make my nights!


Yes, I come in

For nicotine, caffeine, or gasoline

But only on your shift,

If you catch my drift


It’s your many smiles

That brighten and melt the miles

For me, do you see?


Written on August 27, 1998 to a gas store attendant when I used to work grave shifts at a veterinary hospital. 😂