The Truck Stop Waitress brings wads of ones
With her bouffant hairdo and bubble gum chaw
Never failing to tell me about her dates
She smiles through the stucco smoothing her face

I smile back

The Business Man In three pieces he stands
His money clip shining, always a hundred dollar bill
No receipt...No evidence for his wife might find out
He smiles with his tongue clicking wink and smirk

I smile back

The Crippled Man hobbles in dragging a stiff leg
He pays like clockwork due to his disability check
Never late. Never shamed in his trying, his pride
He smiles and always tells me to keep the change

I smile back

The Debutante with immaculent hair, skin, nails
Always paying the late fee proudly clad in diamonds
Expensive perfume wafts the room and her money
She smiles the million dollar vegas winning smile

I smile back

The Grandmother haggard and torn she is timely
Little Johnny's Johnny got sick, she is raising five
Alone on her Quilting money with arthritic fingers
She smiles alive for one more seam, one more day

I smile back

The Young Man an aspiring novel writer
He showed me the ring he was giving in proposal
She said yes, I don't think they've come up for air
He smiles and nods in blushing timid fashion

I smile back

All walks, all deserving of a gentle smile
Without them I wouldn't have a cent worth
Of greeting for the one who takes my money