at her new business. a drive-thru
where the old bank
used to be.
she's at the window.
you roll up and tell her your
troubles and woes
in fifteen minutes or less
and she gives you an express
diagnosis.
there's a line wrapped around
the building.
interfering with traffic going
into chic filet.
i pull up to the window
and she shouts, hey.
how are you, been awhile.
what's up.
please don't tell me you went
back to that nutcake?
i laugh, no, no and no.
done with that.
i just thought i'd say hello
and see how you're doing.
i'm great she says.
just fine and dandy, business
is booming.
i see, i see, i tell her.
well, i'll be on my way now.
okay, she says. that'll be
fifty dollars, cash or check?
or you can bring me lunch,
i like that spicy chicken
sandwich and the waffle fries.
you got it, i tell her. be back
in an hour or so, you know
how they be.
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