Children’s National Transfer lyrics
by Laura Stevenson
No one knows me in the store
Penniless me
Another boring customer
Frivolously lingering at the soda fridge
Fingering through the rows of chips
While the transporters transport
To eyes or hands
And all my grievance ambulating
I pull in, spinning lights as I watch them go
Lowered eyes and an offhand joke
Parliaments and a Diet Coke
Parliaments and a Diet Coke