Edward Hopper’s Automat
I slave in the kitchen,
I slave in front of the stove,
I come here to slave no more.
A cloud of emptiness,
I drift in and out.
Coffee. Sip, sip?
Oh! My glove is still on;
That ring,
That ring under that still-worn glove.
Now my forever ball and chain.
I slave in the kitchen,
I slave in front of the stove,
I come here to slave no more.
A cloud of emptiness,
I drift in and out.
Coffee. Sip, sip?
Oh! My glove is still on;
That ring,
That ring under that still-worn glove.
Now my forever ball and chain.
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