the black credit card

you find a black
credit card lying on
the floor
of the coffee shop,
so you tap
the shoulder of the woman
in front of you
to ask her if it's
hers, no she says,
but grabs the card
anyway and proceeds
to run around the store
yelling out the name
on the card. is there
a carol jones here,
a carol t. jones.
did you drop this credit
card. hello, anyone
here lose a black
credit card? she waves
the card around
the store, shouting,
looking back at you,
as if you are both a
team now, hunting
down this person.
you can't make your
body shrink any smaller,
as you inch towards
the line to get your
coffee. next time
you won't say word.
you'll just use the card
and take a trip,
flying first class
to a tropical island