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The Greeter At a Museum

The Greeter at a Museum
I am prepared to perform my mindless task 
when they open the doors at ten am 
and when the visitors enter I recall 
my preamble and it goes like this 
Good morning, folks where are you from
sorry no cokes or food beyond this point 
well hello grandmother, I love your dress 
don’t you look hot I mean that in a flattering way 
unless your not hot that is 
Wow, I remember Kent,  MA 
I used to live at Loggins Way
did you know Marth and Faye, oh Marth is dead 
and Faye ran away with a younger man, 
 a poet you say it doesn’t surprise me
 she always had a yen for younger men
 enjoy the art and if you need anything my name is Barte 
with an e at the end it was my mothers maiden name you see
oh your name is Wolfe with an e at the end 
nice meeting you until then
Hi there, what a handsome child you have
he favors you I'd like to add 
his creviced chin and ruddy cheeks 
add character to this winsome lad
Hi folks, you need a lift ,oh your’e from England
its an elevator here in the USA 
let me direct you to that spot cheerio and all that rot 
Hi can I help you can I help you sir no I can’t
youv’e been here before  well oh well 
I bet you don’t know where the President fell
you were right behind him when he took that spill 
but you didn’t see me on that day 
I was  right behind the exhibit display
to keep an eye on creeps like you 
who don’t know the importance of my job 
so leave me now artistic snob 
oh I love to greet and I love to meet
knowing where the his and her bathrooms are 
I can even tell you where to park your car 
I think I found my niche in life 
as to the who what where and why but
if perchance you know this place when you see me walk on by

*Dedicated to all the art interns at museums

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