Poetry

Lunch Rush (#1617)

I’m fascinated by the lunch rush,
By its roar and the following hush,
Primed to eat and spend their dime,
They all seem to file in at one time,
Like locusts, they all descend,
It’s a snaking line with no real end,
Restauranteurs scramble to keep pace,
And restock for every just in case,
Even so, things always seem to run out,
And there are always customers who shout,
Foodservice is such a hard job to do,
Folks who’ve never done it have no clue,
For all that hard work it doesn’t well pay,
But it pays the bills day to day,
That lunch rush simply has one demand,
But do they ever consider the creating hand?

Any Thoughts?

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