no respect

I listen to an old
Rodney
Dangerfield
album,
no respect. the bulging eyes,
the sloppy suit
with the red
tie and sweat soaked
white shirt.
all new York.
a cigarette and a drink
in hand.
no respect. he's still
funny.
still old school.
funny to the bone.
most women don't get his
coarse sense
of humor,
dark and self decrepitating.
but
I laugh with each line
as if it was the first
time
I heard it.
my wife, she wants to
have sex in the back seat
of the car, he says,
yanking at his tie,
pause,
and she wants me to drive.