Got Any More of Them Little Mints?

The snooty clerk behind the desk appears
To have concluded Jen, or anybody else,
Is much too good for me. He winces at
My shabby clothes, it seems. He sees
I haven't shaved. He has a bellhop take
Our bags, and, craven and obsequious,
He wishes Jen “a lovely day,” but doesn't
Speak to me. I tell the one who brought
Me here, the one who's said I saved her
Life, to go ahead. I won't be long. The
Elevator's doors have closed. I creep up
To the desk and lean my prickly face to
His. I smile, full of backwoods malice.
“How's your love life, pal?”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-01-20 at 15:14

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