The clock reads 5:51 Not a customer in sight Everything for closing done Almost out of work for the night

No cars driving by No phone calls to be heard The deli slicer so clean It was almost absurd

Then a customer walks in I think nothing of it He asks for some sliced meats And I want to tell him to shove it

What can I get for you? I ask insincere The deli is dark It’s closed, and that’s clear

Half of a pound of turkey And a half of a pound of smoked ham I should’ve just said the deli was closed Because now I’m in a jam

And a half of a pound of cheddar He added at last Oh great, it gets better I thought to myself with sass

Add a half of a pound roast beef too He states Will he ever stop talking? At this point it’s 5:58

I slice everything Ready for him to leave and go home But then he looks at me And asks for one pound of provolone