closing time and love

it's closing time.
I lock the door, pull the shade,
put the sign in the window.
wipe
the counters, sweep
the floor.
I count the cash and
coins
in the register.
I turn the lights off
and go upstairs to my wife.
who's waiting.
reading in bed.
with the light on.
how'd we do, she asks, her
glasses on her nose,
her hair up like she does,
cream her face.
we did alright, I tell her.
alright.
good she says, good,
now wipe that worry off your
face,
and get in bed, lie next to
me, tell me that you
love me, whisper sweet
nothings into my ear.