Wednesday, August 17, 2022

the car salesman

i'm here for a test drive,
i tell the salesman,
waking him up, as he sleeps
with his head
on his desk.
what?
who are you, he says.
i'm a potential customer,
i tell him.
go away, he says. i was just
in the middle of a dream
about Farrah Fawcet.
what?
who?
i want to test drive the new
S 4, in black if you have
it.
he lifts his head back up.
are you still here?
we don't have any cars to
test drive.
we're waiting for covid to end,
and for the war to end,
plus all our micro chips come
from China, and they're a little
mad at us right now,
because of Pelosi.
he takes out a pair of keys
from his desk drawer and throws
them at me,
there's a green dodge dart
around back, take it out for a spin.
it's on sale.
put some gas in it okay?
be careful of the floorboard,
it's rusted and you might put
your foot through it.

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