Confession of a Waffle House waitress

Silent and still, the graveyard shift

A time of night when most drift

Into their dreams and peaceful rest

But for me, it's time to do my best

I put on my apron and tie my shoes

And head out into the night, feeling the blues

But as I step into the bright and bustling diner

I shake off my fatigue, because I’m not a whiner

I greet each customer with a smile and a nod

Taking their orders, no matter how odd

Being awake and working hard

While the rest of the world is in total disregard

I pour the coffee and get their eggs

Joking with the regulars, no time to rest my legs

Some pray for sleep, but I'm on a mission

To serve and please, with utmost precision

The hours tick by and the night wears on

But I don't mind, this shift ends at dawn

As the sun rises and the day shift comes

I head home, tired but feeling young

Although the graveyard shift can be tough

It's also a time when I feel like I am enough

Tonight I’ll be alive and awake, ready to face the day

Thanks to the peace and quiet of the graveyard shift, in its own special way.