The Bank Window

Legs crossed in my seat,
No customers to greet,
Sitting in dullness at work
And slowly tapping my feet.

Outside the drive-thru glass
Cars zoom slowly passed.
The winds makes the leaves blow,
And Sun shines making green things grow.

Sky turns somewhat gray
A dog nods his head this way.
I contemplate to keep from sleep;
My coworker files her nails away.

There are old magazines about,
Papers that need tossed out.
The fans blows back to and fro,
And the credit card machine starts to shout.

No customers to greet,
Legs crossed in my seat,
Sitting in dullness at work
And slowly tapping my feet.