Books and Covers

Heading in the deli I look for what I want I head to the counter The man behind the counter Ethiopian Covered in scars Had a false happiness to him. “One Beef Patty Special” “You got it boss.” Boss? I am no boss I am a college student I am controlled by everything. Just as that thought passes my mind Two of my friends spill into the deli like paint in a car One humps the ATM While the other sings slow jams They high five me We have an established relationship It’s kind of like getting support from George W. Bush I don’t want it. Once they get their ATM money, Dutch wrap, And stolen lighters They leave. The man behind the counter begins to speak “Nobody is like me here. Some people think that’s a bad thing But I thank god every day for what I have now. Today I own a business 2 years ago I was imprisoned in Ethiopia without food or water. Ain’t that just how it goes. So smoke your weed Blow your pills Whatever you get off on, Relish every moment.” Just then I hear a voice from the back “Beef Patty Special!” The man behind the counter senses my relief With a perturbed grin He hands me my food “Eat Up.” I sang a slow jam on the short walk home.