It's half past dark, most folks have gone home,
I wander through the grocery store, just barely not alone.
I recognize the brands I prefer to have in stock
and the laid-back eyes of the workers on the clock.
Aisle after aisle, I gotta say I love the mood,
no messy lines of people, just neatly ordered lines of food.
Steer around a palette stacked with every kind of cereal,
footsteps echo on the tile, gentle and ethereal.
Picking through the produce, cabbages and beets,
no one standing next to me, judging what I eat.
Just a clerk, looking like he's maybe seventeen,
with lots of froze waffles, and some bags of green beans.
I don't find it creepy, I kinda like the peace.
Night-time lighting while I grab my groceries.
Ring a bell for service when I want to get rung up.
The clerk says "Just a moment." I flash a thumbs up.
Page through a magazine, debate over a candy bar.
Would it make it home, or become a wrapper in my car?
I'm not in a hurry, I don't mind a little wait,
cause shopping is more chill when you get it done late.
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