passed a Thai place in Deerfield Beach
where a gorgeous girl works.
Forgot to send her
my favorite Tom Petty song
back in 2023.
She still thinks her job defines her,
and I still think
I could bartend.
I am so glad I don't
work in a restaurant
in 2026.
The service in South Florida sucks;
it's mostly girls in leggings calling me 'bruh'
or boys in shorts scrolling their phones.
I pass an Arby's
and crank up 'Walls' by Tom Petty,
from the "She's The One" soundtrack.
I read her poems
in the waiting room,
with my mask and beanie on.
Cancer should change me
like a giant epipheral party
in my egoless soul.
But I can still be petty,
especially in traffic,
with no place to put good news.