an egg McMuffin at Tiffany's

i stop into Tiffany's

next to

the bagel shop

and McDonald's

on route 7,

and begin

to browse around.

i'm eating an egg McMuffin,

and a fried

potato thing,

licking the grease off

my fingers.

the clerk

sees me and laughs,

not you again

he says,

pulling out a case

full of diamond engagement

rings

and a velvet cloth.

i shake my head

and laugh with him.

no, no, put that away.

what are you nuts?

i just need to use the rest

room.

to the left if i remember

correctly, right?

and

do you mind if i use

that cloth,

my fingers are greasy?