what is it that you want

the shop keeper
has turned his sign
to closed
right when you
put your hand
on the door.
he shakes his
head, sorry his words
mouth, but no,
we're closed, come
back tomorrow.
you plead with
your eyes, showing
him money
in your hand. he
looks at it for
second, but takes
his fingers off the
key and says
tomorrow. we open
at nine. you take
out a picture of
your son, your family.
your dog.
you smile and beg
with your body
leaning forward
arms open, please
you utter. so he
shakes his head,
giving in
and opens the door
just slightly, what,
he says, what is it
that you want?