The tellers don’t seem
To want to talk to me
So I try not to intrude
Want so bad to not be rude
But like all other humans do
I want to be included
So I turn my attention
To all the interesting patrons

Just off eleventh street
He walks by wobbling
Time worn still keeping
Most of his teeth
Looks to me
At least sixty three
But a double amputee
Smiles and says
He is from Detroit city
Which is where the frostbite
Bit him
And the winters there
He don’t miss them
He just keeps smiling
Still grinning
When he leaves
Makes me think
I got it easy

Sweet lady smiles and says
Today is my birthday
I’m turning seventy two
And my son is coming to
Take me to dinner

Skinny white wino
With white hair everywhere
Keeps smiling and laughing
Toothless and miming
His planned activity
As soon as he gets his money
Still laughing  
Pretty red head freckled face girl
Comes in in an Eagles shirt
Holding on to hotel California
Tells me about how her dad
Used to play the Eagles and Styx all the time
And that her ex won’t mind
That she stole the shirt
Kind of wish I had gotten her number
But I got to be professional
Man, what a ******

I hear two old men talking
About how those kids
Just don’t know how to act
With all this technology
They don’t know the value of hard work
I smile because I remember old men
Have been
Saying the same thing
Since I was barely in my teens

Rough looking guys come and go
Shuffling by the road
The last guard said
Just so you know
This is a bad neighborhood
But so far it seems pretty good
The people are interesting
At least they are to me