Neutral Smiles

Neutral Smiles

You're home from work, it's three-thirty.
I'm just getting up, yes the house is still dirty.
A perfunctory kiss to my lips, no the cheek.
I'm finishing my coffee, even tho it's weak.

To your computer, then the nightly news.
A shot of gin, followed by some booze.
From your pattern you never stray.
With eyes closed, I could go through your day.

I work nights, the grave-yard shifts.
You work days, monitoring fork-lifts.
On the off chance of being at home together,
With our Neutral Smiles, we talk of the weather!

Tammy 1/18/05