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 cle...