Jogging From Memory

I’m an old guy jogging like Joe Biden, kind of goofy looking. The wind is dragging its feet, the sun is frying sweat again. I like to rock on the porch shopping in my mind for stuff too expensive to actually buy, but out here people stare, young girls giggle, dogs sniff and yap, some attack. I get a runners fizzy-dizzy, then cuss under my breath. I think I will shop for a Tesla later or a New Chevy Corvette. Maybe Amazon has some miniature models for a kid my age.