Uniformly Clean
Closing time after the rush. Chairs up, mop in the bucket, and the last streaks of water fading from a floor I made perfectly clean. There's real peace in a job that's actually finished.
The last one is gone
The chairs are all up on the tables
The day's story is done
With all of its fictions and fables
The mop is in the bucket
The lights are turned down low
The only thing left is the last little show
And I watch the last streaks of the water all fade
From the beautiful, temporary order I've made
And the glittering vanishes into the floor
And the chaos is gone from behind the front door
Just one perfect surface, a moment of grace
With every last item back in its right place
Uniformly clean
The morning will come
With footsteps and dirt and confusion
The work will be undone
It's always a fleeting illusion
But right now in the silence
There's a victory here
As the last of the glittering starts to disappear
And I watch the last streaks of the water all fade
From the beautiful, temporary order I've made
And the glittering vanishes into the floor
And the chaos is gone from behind the front door
Just one perfect surface, a moment of grace
With every last item back in its right place
Uniformly clean
And I know it won't last It never does
But for this one moment It's perfect, because
It's uniformly clean
A job well done
For an audience of one
Uniformly clean