neatly arranged but somewhat scuffed 
fluorescent lights and metal shelves 
not everything but quite enough 
for the builder or the fixer 

where the ads of yesteryear still hang 
in paper yellowing and torn 
and a card table sits at the end 
of a certain central aisle 

where the owner sits with his glasses down 
and points me to where i need to go 
with a football game now in my ears 
from a very archaic radio 

that sits beside him with a mug 
of coffee cold by now i'm sure, 
it's neatly arranged, and very right, 
and strange for being both sane 

and mature