out of work

my neighbor
is a safe cracker, but
business is slow.
the digital
world is killing me, he
says.
everyone keeps
everything
in their phones.
no longer can I listen
to the heart
beat of a steel
box
and have the door
swing open
with stocks and bonds,
gold
and cash.
oh how the world
has changed.
that's a shame I tell
him,
dropping a five
into his hat.
what about banks?