hey junior!

i take a ride by the old folks

home

to see what's going on. to see what

the future might look

like

there's a line of women

sitting on the porch

like potted flowers,

knitting,

waving to me, hey sweetie,

hey handsome.

why don't you pull that car

over and have a glass of wine

with us,

it's happy hour.

i smile and wave back.

you look lonely junior, maybe

you'd like

some company.

one in a red dress stands up

and shimmies, then blows me a kiss.

i almost pull over, but then

hit the gas pedal.

i'm not quite ready for this.