Dishes - Josh Joplin Group

She gets off work the other side of evening

She counts her tips and tells me that she’s leaving

I scrape the plastic plates and dry the glasses

My apron is a testament to madness

Years of washing dishes and she’s gone

Her boyfriend brags how many ways he’s had her

The busboys and the line cooks crack with laughter

And I pretend I don’t know what they’re saying

And they pretend our fate is not the same thing

Years of washing dishes and we’re gone