under fluorescent lights that flicker and hiss there's a dental hygienist with a limp and a lisp and she's scraping at the teeth in the mouth of a businessman but her mind's not in it, somewhere else and her eyes move across to the models of teeth on the shelf past the charts and the medical gels to the window and the people outside
on her way home from work she'll be standing in line she'll put the register tape in the bag with the wine and a long walk home from here
he's the manager's assistant at the kinko's downtown but the one by the video store that's where she's seen him before but she doesn't remember his name
he puts his hands in his pockets when he sees her smile she pulls her grocery cart to a stop by the potato chip aisle haven't seen you around in a while guess i've been laying low
he's got a yellow chevette it's a song she heard earlier today and she's tapping her knees to the rhythm of the wiper blades