I saw him wait
and say,
“Is he worth it?”
3 o’clock is
witching hour
What a time for
an interview
He watched
as the devil he is
And he got out
of his leased ride
and hid his face
from me
That’s when I knew
how the interview would
proceed
How metropolitan
the melting pot
that would welcome
all that is light and tight
with a dark love
waiting
hoping
thinking
praying
How handsome is
as handsome does
to represent
the parking lot
as well as the
company’s name
Sealed with a shake
may the hand fail to break
dispelling myths
teetering on the cliffs
What a good sign
that your car was in line
When even though
he needs your mind
following directions
to perfections
You don’t take the same door
Could there be more?
Maybe the interview
goes long past four
and you exit through the back door
with a pay on the back
and papers in a stack