out the door

the uber is out
front
on his horn.
hold on hold on I yell
out the window.
i'm looking
for
my fancy shoes.
I haven't worn them
in ages.
and my
coat and tie,
there's a dab of cologne
still
left in the bottle,
let me slap
some of that on.
just hold your horses,
mr. uber man.
i'll be out in a
new York minute.
where's my wallet,
my cash,
my rabbit's foot
and good
luck charm?