Locker Aisle Reckoning
You parked exactly where you said you would not
In the loading dock shadow,
hiding the spot
Right by the night-shift locker aisle
With a five-minute honesty kind of smile
And the cold air hits the steel doors
We don't talk about
what is yours
Under the yellow
industrial beam
We break the patterns we used to dream
No more safety,
no more floor
We don't look back
to the locked-up door
Concrete floors and the hum of the fan
Five minutes to outline the plan
No apologies, no retreat
Just two pairs of boots
in the street
Under the yellow
industrial beam
We break the patterns we used to dream
No more safety,
no more floor
We don't look back
to the locked-up door