Business Card From a Burmese Restaurant
I ate at a Burmese restaurant
in Chinatown
and had a decent meal
nice and spicy
just the way I like it
I grabbed a couple business cards
so I could remember
where it was
and just because
I like business cards
Now I am sitting
in work using the card
as a bookmaker
and someone notices
a phone number written on back
So now everyone wants to know
who Robin is
but I have no idea
I don’t remember meeting Robin
or procuring (hopefully) her digits
Maybe it was already on the card
or maybe I was that drunk
that I don’t remember
although I don’t usually carry books
when I get loaded
It remains a mystery
I’m almost tempted
to just call the number
to find out for sure
It’s just that I wouldn’t
for the life of me
know what I should say
or where I should begin
7-23-95
Copyright © George Schaefer | Year Posted 2020
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