Yeah Right
My tourqouise classic sets in the foreign garage
As I am about to leave.
I say that I’ll pick it up later and he can send me the bill.
His oil stained hands motion
towards his aray of messed hair.
He replies, “ Yeah right.”
Revealing a few yellow teeth he adds expression the the words.
I give him the two-fifty
thinking of how my dad used to pick up his car
weeks before he paid.
It looks like the same mechanic.
I must not look like my dad.
1997
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