Ode to Former Fast Food Buildings

Something is telling about these relics
A bank teller that smells faintly of french fries
Familiar tile floors in a small boutique
Tan, grey, tan, grey, white, repeat
Like walking through the hallways of your old high school
The bones of something nostalgic and archaic
Painted over with new money and new purpose
Remnants of drive-thru archways
Discarded deep-fryer baskets in the dumpster out back
Goodbye my friend
You have served me well