at the fancy Chinese restaurant
tells me
that there are no
tables
available.
you should have called
ahead
and made reservations.
but it's just
me,
i tell him.
can't you slide me in.
i see five
open tables in the back.
no,
he says.
call ahead next time.
i take out a five dollar
bill and show
it to him.
may i introduce you to my
friend,
President Lincoln,
i tell him,
flashing it before his eyes.
he scoffs.
no Lincoln here.
i want to meet President
Grant
and then maybe i can put you
at a booth
near the kitchen.
really, a Fifty?
yes, inflation and Covid.
Grant now.
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