folding money

he had a roll of cash
in his pocket.
folding money.
money that he liked
to flash.
always a hundred
on the outside.
rumor was, was that he
was connected
to someone in new
jersey. doubtful, but
it made a nice
story. when he died,
they searched his house.
knocked down
the walls,
tore it apart.
split open the cushions,
the mattresses.
there was nothing,
nothing but
the single roll
of cash.
the same roll of ones
that he'd been carrying
around for years, a hundred
dollar bill wrapped
around the outside.
his whole life
was about that.