Burger King, Still Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Burger King, Still



Empty now of most patrons, a few sit alone at tables,
reading as I write.
Lunch business curtailed by most to go back to work.
Alone, I sit and write contentedly, soon I'll leave
and head home.

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